A Real Good Samaritan Dude Poem by Chuy Amante

Leaving the city of wholeness (Jerusalem)
we all travel toward the city of fragrance (Jericho)
'what a fun short cut this will be'
on the way, we were accosted, robbed,
beaten, left 1/2 dead, which half?

until ONE restored our Spirit
and healed us,
restored us to health.
The healer was not the church people,
nor 'the man'
it was the half-breed
from across town

Now with a clear mind
once again we can choose
heading toward fragrance or not...