Along the Road: Day Twenty`Seven

Andre Girard Mural

By the fire`light
the gentle doctor
told the tale of a saint
a man who while whole
never cured one soul
but once infected
healed his world

Facing mortality
he found a crowd
followed on the road
to discover where it led
only to meet himself
a wounded`healer
a suffering`saint

“On you I was cast from my birth,
      and since my mother bore me
            you have been my God.
   Do not be far from me,
      for trouble is near,
            and there is no one to help.” ~ Psalm 22:10-11


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to Along the Road: Day Twenty`Seven

  1. Sadah says:

    Nicely penned.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. you are doctor enough for this congregation of readers

    Liked by 1 person

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