The humble servant

Author: W. K. Hayes

The Humble Servant

Sparkling waters trickle endlessly between the desert sands

A beautiful woman seeks the vestige of her chosen man

Carefully, she peers out across the land in search of sign

Only to find the emptiness as though she were blind

 

Days would pass with her hoping to see the man of her dreams

Never did she realize that not everyone in her life is, as they, seem

Although she was surrounded by, admirers, she was the Pharaoh’s daughter

Leaving her with her silly handmaids, sitting by the cool water

 

One day as she sat there, a humble man came along

He was tall, handsome but bore scars when he done no wrong

Sometimes they would beat him just to watch him fall

Other times they beat him for trying to climb the wall

 

On this fateful day, their eyes did meet and their hearts sang

Then handmaidens quickly, rushed upon him like drops of rain

“How dare you look upon the princess,” one of them yelled

Another added, “You would do good to keep your eyes to yourself.”

 

“I was merely bringing water to the palace,” he replied

“Then get your water,” the other one decried

Carefully, he drew water and slowly stood up

As one of them kicked him straight in the butt

 

The princess ran over and told them, “You will stop”

Then she added, “From that water you will not have a drop”

She turned to the man with a soft smile and said,

“Forgive them, their ignorance, and the thoughts in their heads”

 

The man smiled and replied as he bowed his face to the ground,

“They are right in that I am unworthy to be seen or make a sound

For, the most beautiful woman has touched, me with her heart

Having, gave me a memory for my mind, which will never part.”

 

“You do speak out of turn though your words are kind.

Tell me servant, where did you learn to speak your mind?”

He looked at her feet, thought for a moment and said,

“My words are inspired by your vision in my head.”

 

“You are brave to address me with such words,” she replied

“Still, they are words I’ve longed to hear,” she said with a sigh

He looked up at her legs before quickly bowing back down

Then he told her, “My words are yours as, is this ground.”

 

“Can you write upon the parchment the things you say?”

She asked of him in a gingerly sort of way

“If it pleased you I would write words of all, manner

Like wine they shall flow from a bottomless decanter”

 

The princess smiled as she commanded him by saying thus,

“Write the words of your heart and teach me of love.”

He stared at the burning sand as he searched his heart

Then he told her, “Then, my words shall love you when we are apart.”

 

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epigramman 5 years ago

..what a brilliant cinematic achievement put into a poetic format - and if you have come down from any mountain to deliver something as beautiful as this - then it certainly must be a 'sacred' mountain - in one word - says the epi-man - 'stunnnig' - and I will be back to climb some of your other poetic mountains!


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W. K. Hayes 5 years ago from Bryson City, North Carolina Author

Thank you so much Epi-man...I actually intended on continuing this story as time allows. As I update it, I will be sure to notify you and hope that it meets with your approval.


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blondey 5 years ago

genius. my most favorite to date.

"Carefully, he drew water and slowly stood up

As one of them kicked him straight in the butt"

(funny too.)

I like the way you write.

:)


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W. K. Hayes 5 years ago from Bryson City, North Carolina Author

The humble servent is one of my favorite poems and I appreciate that you really enjoyed it, Blondey.

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