Physician..Help The Judges..Heal..The Hurt Poem by James McLain

Physician..
Robed in white..to..
Lay in sight..all..
Such hurt that..lays in..
Heart of souls..with..
Empty..pain..you eat to..
Weep and feel..and gaurd..
The..pillars holding up..
Those hallow marble halls..

Judges..scale....The..
Ocean..filled with..void..
Empathic..Seas..
That touch each wave..of..
Human..
Rights in where..clear..
Word..to us....Our..this..
In here to you.. now..know..
Each of them..in book..
That glass..in blood of life..
Of one they know..are framed..

For all..the two..
From right..when..
Sacrifice is light..
Not might to sway..
The common bond..
You hold for all in sleep..