A Special Gift

I knew him as a search light His attraction to the needy was magical The slow and mentally challenged and disabled The down trodden and introverted alike He was not a physician Nor was he trained in the field of mental health He had no degree to hang on the wall or show To sweep mop and dust was his daily position He was a lifeboat adrift In a sea of despair loneliness and distress About his chores he went smiling and nodding all Towards him a wave troubled hands would often lift His last class of school grade ten No education training could teach what he knew There were patients who ignored and never spoke a word But his smile and nod alone would bring out hi Jim