He walked that extra mile caring and healing

Father Paul Ariyaratnam

Did we not see
The mantle of the Master
Flowing after him
In his simplicity, humility and love for humans?
How on earth did he appear
At our doorstep
At the opportune moment
With the holy sacrament
Shining in his hand
Brightening the life of the
Aged, the lonely and the suffering.
Nothing detaining him
Rain or sun, flood or curfew.
The push of his Master?
He made his limitations
A stepping stone for service.
He was
Just like You Lord,
Walking the extra mile
Caring, cherishing,
Healing the multitudes
With genuine love.
He knew us by name
Each one of us
Just like his Master
Embracing us
With his magnanimous love.
Oh, precious priest
It is in you
That I saw
A glimpse of my Master
Walking the Sri Lankan roads
And I bow in obeisance
To my God
For granting me the blessing of
Crossing the threshold
Of a Saint!

By Priscilla Pereira