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inks on fire: random sketches 09
physician, heal thyself
physician, heal thyself
who dress the sores
of halt and blind beset by maladies
draw from your quick-fix shelf
to open doors
for your own best-appointed remedies
your mission blest to reach
the sick of soul
restores the broken spirit of the lost
and yet, you cannot preach
yourself made-whole
whose sacrifice begs not to count the cost
you cannot see the mote
in your own eye
or bind the wound that cripples your right hand
to others yet devote
the solvent dye
to honour God's Hippocratic Command
© Copyright 2023 February17
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
physician, heal thyself
who dress the sores
of halt and blind beset by maladies
draw from your quick-fix shelf
to open doors
for your own best-appointed remedies
your mission blest to reach
the sick of soul
restores the broken spirit of the lost
and yet, you cannot preach
yourself made-whole
whose sacrifice begs not to count the cost
you cannot see the mote
in your own eye
or bind the wound that cripples your right hand
to others yet devote
the solvent dye
to honour God's Hippocratic Command
© Copyright 2023 February17
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Published 30th Apr 2023
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