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In memoriam.. - Nobody wears a white coat any more... — LiveJournal
...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
In memoriam..
This dates back just about two years.  It's still one of the favourite things I've ever written.

He calls, 
  in a way no man expected.
He calls, whispering
       in the unanticipated silence.
     we hear we
do not understand, 
         or know.

My God our God why     do I know that we   are not forsaken? We are your people,       as the lilies and the wild     roses, sparrows in your eyes.   Sacred.           Un-alone.

    And the hopeless vista of your love.

Our lives are shaken,     our building undone.         We are children, no longer laughing   in our childish,           interrupted play. And we have learned at last       to weep.

He calls,   in a voice like thunder         in falling concrete and ruined walls.     He calls.       NsB 14-09-2001           "he calls"

now feeling:: calm calm

2 whispers echo . o O ( ... ) O o . whisper a word
jillofthejungle From: jillofthejungle Date: September 12th, 2004 01:43 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
tablecolor From: tablecolor Date: September 13th, 2004 07:06 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
deep, and good food for thought ~_^
2 whispers echo . o O ( ... ) O o . whisper a word