Inspiration I sought..an old poem

Peace to all. I wanted to share this very old poem, written over a decade ago when fresh out of high school I spent a vacation with my Uncle, a physician in a rural hospital. I was there to observe/help/vacation and basically figure out if I wanted to go in to Med School or not. Here was one outcome of that time… while the feeling of guilt and helplessness at not being able to do more for Japan exists, perhaps reading this will help inshaAllah. Allah help us all. Help us to know how to help each other and to put that knowledge in to practice.

Inspiration I sought

Inspiration I sought
in a hospital ward
They called me in
to watch the stitching
held away the flapping skin
to show me the skull
I marveled
And a tear squeezed from the patient eye
Did it hurt you when they lifted for me to see?

You got beaten by your husband
so here’s a wound
For me to practice on
just a routine job
We get many a day
they say laughingly
Villagers and toddy are quite inseparable!

I wanted to be of service
that’s all that led me here
And my ego fulfilled
being a doctor?

Would you have preferred
a policeman’s batten or a lawyer’s brief
rendered free.
Though many a gift somehow you’ll bake
and bring me,
once the wounds are old
And maybe more woulds to sew.

I see it now.
Your hand is empty
May I hold it?

***

Copyright- 2011 JoyManifest’s Blog. FR Zahir.

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