The Healer Poem by Pamela Ascroft

In gentle tones he speaks volumes-
Expert hands seek the enemy within.

Eyes that warm the spirit and pierce the veil of solitude-
Ancient wisdom, stained glass windows light knowledge sacred as the narthex.

An alchemist of mind and body, he is relentless in his truth-
He slays dragons with the sword of intellect.

Amidst the red-misted days and bilious nights his world provides-
Faith rests serenely on his brow, an antidote to selfish disease.

He is the oasis in the desert of the burden of the sons of Hippocrates,
Mending rents and tears in humanity with the silken thread of love.