Here are two poems from my 2001 Archive.

Nurse

Your Excellence
Your Compassion
And your Soul,
Enhance the healing
That is imbued
Within your role,
To reach out
To offer comfort
To another,
Maybe an enemy
A neighbor
Or a brother.

Like a magnet
You have invisible power,
This path of healing
Is a beautiful flower;
With the water of compassion
And the sunlight of your care,
No words can describe
The divinity that you share.

Will you heal all the people that you treat?
It's not your role to accomplish such a feat,
Like an ocean with a shore upon each side
The continuum of life is deep and wide.

Fibril_late;
7/13/01

Ode to the Recoverers

They stand beyond the Surgeons gate
Dressed in sheens of life,
Waiting to receive the Sacred ones
Who touched the Surgeons' knife.

Masters of assessment
They're always poised for action,
Amidst chaos and disorder
They exhibit no distraction.

Every little vital sign
Is examined for perfection,
Should one deviate the slightest
They will seek the best correction,
To stabilize your system
To the nth of nth degree,
The Recoverers will protect you
It's their duty bound decree.

Suffice to say, a surgery
Like a minefield, has its dangers,
And when you rouse to wakefulness
You don't want to deal with strangers,
The Recoverers will care for you
Like a member of their clan,
They're agents of goodwill and hope
Because that's their master plan.

What purpose is their calling
What caused them to enroll,
What secrets do they harbor
In the depths of mind and soul,
The answer to these questions
Is never understood,
A thousand words can not define
The blessed and the good.

Fibril_late;
1/01