DO YOU REALLY?

"I love my neighbour."

This statement we often make, 

So smoothly it glides off our tongues.

But do we? Do we really?

Or is it only in word?

You saw him; out in the cold,

In tattered clothing, and barefooted.

But past him you went,

Even a glance you spared him not.

But when you're asked,

You say with pride,

"I love my neighbour."

Do you? Do you really?

That little girl; lean and skinny,

Watching you chomp away on some goodies,

Praying and wishing you'd throw her a bite.

What did you do? 

You sent her away.

Oh yes, with a lesson.

"It is bad to stare."

Yeah right, "You love your neighbour."

Do you? Do you really?

He came at your door; wet and cold,

Shivering, teeth chattering.

What did you?

You shooed him away 

Because you don't run a charity.

But of course, "You love your neighbour."

Tell me, do you? Do you really?

He said, "You saw me naked and clothed me not, you saw me hungry and fed me not, you saw me thirsty and gave me not a drink..."

You love your neighbour.

Do you? Do you really?

As it is written, mother taught you.

Be your brother's keeper,

Love your neighbour;

Not in word or just with the tongue,

But in deed and truth.

©Daisy.