He took me

He took me

By May Kwek

I stood alone in the marketplace

As the others bustled about

Eager, like all new souls

To join the lively crowd

Some people came and I asked

If I could join them

They looked at me appraisingly

And said I was not worthy to be with them

So to the next group I offered

My love and my care

And they took it but left me

Once they’d had their share

Bereft I offered the next

My skills and knowledge too

They used it greedily

But then they left me too

And so alone I continued standing

Offering all I had

People came, they took what I gave

But left me with a ‘that’s too bad’

Then as the crowds thinned

I saw a different face

It was the Lord of Everything

He had come to the marketplace

I searched my full pockets

But in his sight they were empty

I hadn’t a single thing

I could offer with me

So I checked my appearance

But a hideous visage met my sight

A liar, a sinner, puffed up with pride

That was who I was under his truthful light

I bowed my head as he came near

So I wouldn’t have to see

The just anger and disgust in his eyes

At the sight of one like me

I heard him stop before me

And waited for him to turn away

After all, I had nothing to give

And that’s how everyone had acted that day

But then he held out his hand

And offered it to me

By some miracle, where others left

He decided to take me

Copyright © 2017 by May Kwek