Rendered Service

Would you call me a Muslim, Moslem,
a Mussulman, Mohammedan, Hindu,
or numerous impolite names instead.
Would you address me with
slanderous, opinionated,
condemning conclusions.

Some of you would
call me a Christian.
While others would call
me Buddhist.
Rather call me
a sincere child of God.

One who hears, sanctified halo, disk calling,
and would answer; anticipated call.
A friendly fellow human being;
who would be your brother.
Who would give; altruistic love freely;
in compassionate humility.

No membership price charged.
No snagging strings attached.
My wages paid; with work offered devotion.
Service rendered serves my father.
Thus I perform; my non-materialistic duties.
Fulfilled function will suffice.

If I was a stronger man
I would give all.
My frugal bowel of rice.

What would you call me?

Born to serve
my communion purpose.
In a spiritually; self imposed life.

Eventually to leave
this world of maniac shadows.
Upon the breath
of a warm breeze.
To continue journeys...
upon a higher plane.

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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