Many years ago, one of my patients handed me a present with a story attached to it. She was at a yard sale and saw a poem framed and she bought it for her medical doctor. However, in a few days she started care at my office and realized the poem suited my profession and my standard of care more. Hence, she gave it to me and I want to share it with my readers.
A Doctor’s Hands
I never knew that hands could be
So gentle, kind and true
Until I watched their skill perform
The blessed tasks yours do.
No artist ever plied his brush
With love of art so pure;
No sculptor ever used his tools
With strokes so deft and sure.
I think God blessed your kindly hands
From ages past and dim
Because He love the work you do
In partnership with Him.
Although written in masculine perspective, I still treasure the thought and have the frame in my office.
