Doctors and poets need one another….

My sister is not distracted as she drives to work. Thank God she’s like she is- focused on the goal; i want doctors to focus.
Me, on the way to somewhere, usually talk to a thousand people, pause and look at the stars which are still out, lingering in stillness of morning sky, the shape of people’s hands in certain light, notice a dog or two and at what pace people are walking them, and how the light is falling on them as they do. And ask everyone, how they are really doing, and wait to hear their real answer! It takes me a long while to even go get a coffee for my wife!
Alas, a poet has a hard time getting from here to there, but they do notice the journey, and bless many along the way! I hope. But we rarely get paid for these intangibles in life!
And yet, i wouldn’t want a poet being my surgeon. They would get fascinated by the shape and color of the organs as they cut. The lighting would need muting, music playing…don’t do surgery by candles, unless you must, it’s a nightmare!
Each of us has their own unique gifts meant to serve one another with!
I’m glad for surgeons and for poets. We need both. One, on the front line of physical, the other on front line of the metaphysical. They probably are meant to work in tandem!
But, it’s hard to pray and drive at the same time. And, please, never do surgery with your eyes closed! I need that kidney!
It takes so long to get coffee for me, just ask my wife; but thankfully, my sister gets to work on time and saves a few lives. Perhaps, i get to save a few hearts and visions, along the way. We’ll see how doctors and poets dance together in the end, I’m sure. But until then, doctors and poets need one another! Let’s work together friends!