The Road to Jericho

There was a man went travelling down– or so the story goes-

and he was mugged and let for dead on the road to Jericho.

A priest was going down that way and saw the wounded man.

He eyed him once. He eyed him twice and thought it didn’t seem quite right.

So he left him there in the stones and sand on the road to Jericho.

A temple servant passed that way and saw the dying man.

He looked him up. He looked him down, remembered business in the town.

So he left him there in the flies and heat on the road to Jericho.

A foreign merchant next came by, an outcast in the land.

He saw the pain. He saw the grief.

He brought the suffering man relief

and helped him till they reached an inn on the road to Jericho.

Now you and I go travelling down so many different roads.

We see a world that is sunk in pain

and we know it won’t be right again

unless we help each help each other walk our roads to Jericho.

Copyright 1979, 2006, Claravallis Editions