An old favorite of mine regarding the Tribe of Nursing.
The camaraderie of nurses
That I mentioned once before,
Is like the glue that binds the book seams
And the hinges on a door.
Like the sands of ancient deserts
And the waves of mighty seas,
The gale force winds of a hurricane
And a forest of time tested trees.
It draws from a source of great power
It plays host to a spirit of visions,
It shoulders the pain of all brotherhood
While bearing the weight of decisions.
There’s a loneliness shared by its members
As the givers and takers of pain,
It rests on the heart with a heaviness
We bleed life, in a bottomless drain.
But the law of abundance sustains us
The cup that we pour is refilled,
After quenching the thirst of so many
There’s enough left for us, that we’ve spilled.
1992
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