'Morton Plant Hospital' Poem by James McLain

In halls of white where quiet lingers soft,
Where whispers echo healing's tender grace,
The nurses walk with footsteps light and oft,
Their hands a balm, their smiles a warm embrace.

They cradle pain with gentle, soothing care,
Like lilies bending in the morning light,
Their kindness blooms, a fragrance in the air,
That lifts the soul and sets the heart aright.

The doctors move with wisdom in their eyes,
Their steady hands like stars that guide the night,
With every breath, a promise in disguise,
To mend, to heal, to turn the dark to light.

Oh, Morton Plant, a sanctuary true,
Where health is born anew in hands so kind,
A place where broken hearts find skies of blue,
And in their care, sweet peace we surely find.