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ladywrytr Junior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 10Southeastern MA |
Final Journey I meet them in the darkest hour, offering my hand I see the pain and fear and try somehow to understand Past hope, past cure, these trusting souls, mere shadows from before I walk with them until they reach the unseen, final door They sometimes call me "angel" when my answers ease their ache But when my magic fails to work, they sometimes call me "fake" For who's the healer, who's the guide when all is said and done? The path they travel is for me a distant, future one What lies behind us and what lies before us are but tiny matters compared to what lies within us Ralph Waldo Emerson [This message has been edited by ladywrytr (07-01-2003 09:09 AM).] |
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ladywrytr Junior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 10Southeastern MA |
This poem was written while I worked as a hospice nurse with terminally ill patients What lies behind us and what lies before us are but tiny matters compared to what lies within us |
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