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. Copyright © Terence George Craddock http: //www.poemhunter.com/terence-george-craddock/