"A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and he fell among robbers, who stripped him and beat him and departed, leaving him half dead . . ." Luke 10:30
On roadside rock, invites collision.
On bumper sticker, begs derision.
Across the walls, lost as graffiti.
Spoken plainly, dies of abstraction.
Said repeatedly, blands to blather.
Framed with flowers, suffers triviality.
Celebrated in poem, we fall enamored of the form.
Told as story, maybe then, on occasion, finds a pathway to the heart.