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We have seen the hurt, in the loss and heartache of our friends here. I would like to dedicate this to those who know and those who can see.
for all of the patients
there were losses
cold hours waiting
touched and probed
late night calls
told and turned
at days end
all he had to offer
were his words
he was a healer
not a poet
so in his time
he read
Lewis his favorite
Shakespeare with respect
Solemnly in Keats, noting his youth
he was well known
a bed side manner
like no other
compassionate
in the dark hours
and when his light shone
voices came to him
he listened to them all
lovely in tone
perfect in presence
like poetry
to him
for all of the patients
there were losses
cold hours waiting
touched and probed
late night calls
told and turned
at days end
all he had to offer
were his words
he was a healer
not a poet
so in his time
he read
Lewis his favorite
Shakespeare with respect
Solemnly in Keats, noting his youth
he was well known
a bed side manner
like no other
compassionate
in the dark hours
and when his light shone
voices came to him
he listened to them all
lovely in tone
perfect in presence
like poetry
to him