Who Is My Relative? (2) Poem by MBJ Pancras

I'm caught within troubled waters seeking help,
Fallen on the highway shrouded with bruises,
I seek anyone's support to treat my wounds,
"Blood relationships" pass my way empty-handed,
"Distant relationships" run away from my way,
Casual neighbours cross my side with their flashing eyes,
I'm dying; these folks send their verbal prescriptions,
Either none or nothing lifts from the troubled waters.
Passes a simple soul, who knows what troubled waters mean,
The soul stoops and treats all my bruises with love,
I shed tears and thank the simple soul,
I'm lifted by the simple soul to walk on my way.
Who's my relative? It's the one who hath treated my wounds, .
Do I too treat others' wounds and be their relative?