Love Thy Neighbor Poem by Brian Garfield Morrison

Love Thy Neighbor

Rating: 4.4

Next door I heard her arduously praying,
When appearing out of nowhere - a quiet gusting.
Shivering not; but caustiously aware of a presence,
An aroma unfamiliar...crowding the dark room.

'Who is it' she asked aloud - half raised.
Staring into the night, unclad - half dazed.
Intently listening as the silence grew intense,
'Is that my lover' she said with gloom.

'Your lover left...gone' came the heavenly refrain
'I took his last breath but not in vain'

Up now and wide awake, it was indeed no dream.
I had prayed to him and now he has come.
'Lord have mercy on my soul,
To you I give myself, for any role'

'Did you love your neighbor with esteem?
If not, why should you be welcome'

Mankind, your true lover, so yearned your touch.
He laid at your feet, as we walked and rushed.
His declaration, is my declaration ignored
Nonetheless, I love you still - be assured.

'Oh God...have mercy on my soul,
To you I give myself, use for any role'
Hush now my love, awake from thy slumber,
Go henceforth, feed your love. Appease all hunger.


Inspired by the homeless and the indigent in the subways of NYC 'The least of these' of whom we walk by every single day.
Leslie Philibert 11 September 2012

Good story, good write

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Dr Syed Anwar Yarkhan Jilani 11 September 2012

Great going. Pure spiritualism. Wonderful.

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Kelvin Owusu 11 September 2012

This is nicely written, great poem

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Liliana ~el 11 September 2013

What. Deeply religious!

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Chinedu Dike 11 September 2014

The day of reckoning. A lovely piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 22 November 2017

A sublime piece of work The poetic expression is adorable..10

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Khalida Bano Ali 11 September 2014

A heart touching poem, a nice poem of the day, congrats.

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Neela Nath Das 11 September 2014

I feel like this whenever I happen to cross any foot path at night.Heart-touching poem.Thank you and congrats!

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Darlene Walsh 11 September 2014

I've walked by a few during my trips to NYC, although it's been a few years and I was young. I always felt sorry for them, wondering what their story was. I remember a young man playing a guitar and singing for change near the PATH train in the World Trade Center two weeks before 9/11. As I watched the towers fall on TV, over and over again, I wondered what had happened to him. I will remember your poem when I next return to NYC or any similar city. And I liked the last few lines, to receive a second chance is a great blessing. Darla :)

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Terry Craddock 11 September 2014

Unique in scope and dimension, adds layers of meaning and variation to the traditional love thy neighbour theme. Absolutely deserved a 10+.

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