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We the doctors
Unlike children of our age,
innocence fading into a sage;
Lost in a horde of books,
eluding everyone’s cynical looks;
Burning midnight oil,
unaware of the upcoming toil;
Time seemed to be on our side,
loveably rogued the good life;
Skipping scores of meals,
rolling tirelessly on foot wheels;
Deprived of sleep,
as patients came in heaps;
Working twenty-four-seven,
far from life’s haven;
Amidst ailment and anguish,
we could never relinquish;
Winds of sorrow came in gusts,
relatives of dying often outburst;
Once listed next to God,
we now stand in the witness box;
Questions on our sincerity,
our knowledge, our interests;
Our reputation is at stake,
Some soul searching,
and we can prove them all fake;
Worthy of faith, beyond any doubt,
Dedicated, candid inside out,
Kindest of souls, no personal goals,
Humanity, sole objective;
With power of commitment,
Power of healing, power of words,
Power of logic, power to serve;
We are the doctors
that you be most proud of;
Humble and selfless
as one can ever be;
Serving at your doorsteps,
Defying comforts of hospitals
and conditioned offices;
Sitting under a tree,
Sun doesn’t scorch;
Winter doesn’t chill;
Whenever you need,
Always on our feet;
Be it an ailment
or a social cause,
An ear to listen
A zeal to heal,
Whether the bright sun
or the heavy downpour;
Even if a road block
or a Covid havoc;
We have a verve
are committed to serve;
By the head and the heart,
soulful emotions apart;
You can count on us;
We need no money,
just subtle words sweet as honey;
A drop of gratitude,
a sublime attitude;
We are happy to be here,
for ones no access to healthcare;
With such selfless intent,
our Sun sets in content;
Sending smiles through the day,
no one can measure or weigh;
We, the doctors,
are just humans like ya all;
Thy trust is what we seek,
We play no God.
Written Sept 17, 2023
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
Our mission comes from God’s command
By His authority guiding us with His hand
We pray to the Saviour Who grants life eternal so grand
Along willing compliance to His demand.
Our mission draws our hearts to the Lord
By His love binding us to His redemption-cord
We reach out to those in need of divine gift He alone can afford
Along desire to proclaim the Gospel for their everlasting record.
Our mission requires us to show compassion
By Christ’s kindness provoking us into action
We rescue the perishing from hell’s damnation
Along caring deeds that speak of biblical conversion.
Our mission propels us to exercise faith’s firmness
By the Lord’s power enabling us to continue in His goodness
We warn against works of unrighteousness
Along goal to populate heaven midst Satan’s deceitfulness.
Our mission calls for our commitment
By the Scriptures driving our soulwinning engagement
We direct the spiritually blind to the truth for their enlightenment
Along diligence vanquishing slothfulness-allurement.
Our mission gears up our Great Commission endeavour
By the Almighty’s plan to do our part midst mercy’s fervour
We disciple others for them to grow in His gracious savour
Along teaching* conviction that glows around His sweet favour.
Our mission as God’s stewards brings rewards toward eternity
By His strength upholding our incapacity
We edify brethren to fulfill ministerial duty
Along shining testimony to accomplish responsibility.
*Matthew 28:20 Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen.
November 7, 2020
I followed a stream, beginning on a mountain top
that turned into a cascading fall, flowing down on sun beaten rocks,
My gaze was drawn into a mist of beautiful hues –
memorized, I walked without thought of where the stream was leading to.
So down and down I went my way
then suddenly the sky looked very gray,
With no knowledge of where I was going
I walked on – day to day.
Then the sky became a frightening black
but there was no way of turning back.
The gentle breeze was now a frightful wind,
I felt as a stranger in desperate need of a friend.
I was one – and I was alone
and was caught walking, isolated, and unknown.
Hopeless was I, and drowning in fear,
I pleaded for someone “get me out of here!”
Then the wind died down to a quiet breeze
which softly fluttered and swayed the trees.
The sky overhead became very light,
and the rays of the sun made everything so bright.
As I followed the path down along the stream
I felt as I was walking a dream;
there it was, the mouth of the sea –
is it here that I could walk into eternity?
{This poem was written before I became a believer in Jesus Christ.}
Jn 17:3 And this is eternal life, that they know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom you have sent.
Mt 11:28 Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”
Joh 3:3 Jesus answered and said to him, "Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born again he cannot see the kingdom of God."
With some memories you shouldn't have to live.
The bad that life does give,
Pain
Rain
Leaving its stain.
Within your heart ,
From the world your stand apart.
Depression takes hold,
Not feeling so bold .
Walking on through the day ,
trying to find your own way.
Out of place out of touch,
Is the world asking to much.
One step behind,
Don't know what you are hoping to find.
Peace of mind.
Days journey ends with night,
Start seeking the light.
To guide you through your plight .
The pathway seems to never end,
The future is around some bend.
Finding strength in what others pass by,
For them you cry.
Your turn to fly,
Will lie in some tomorrow
Arriving through, beyond your sorrow .
Searching for somewhere beyond the stain.
By standing so strong through the rain ,
There is so much you could gain.
Games at the baby shower
Then games of peak-a-boo
and patty-cake-a-patty cake
With the tiny dream come true
Games of Ring Around a Rosey
Holding little child's hand
To sitting at the table
With a game of Candy Land!
The game of life unfolding,
Right before my eyes
The Wedding March beginning
Dash away now lullabies
A marriage vow is spoken
And sweet kisses without shame
A Holy vow was spoken
All knew well this was no game.
And soon
Games at the baby shower
Games of peak-a-boo
Patty-cake-a-patty cake
Another dream come true...
With dawn engulfing the morning, bringing light
When the birds wake the day with sounds of greetings.
When the sparkle of the stars disappear from the early sky's.
So is my love for you lighting, inviting always there and never fading
Just the thought of you gives me hope and joy
Knowing that I am not alone in my journey of life and love.
With the gifts of life given freely to us
Just as the ocean cooles me from the burning sun.
So to is your embrace wrapped around me when life burns with confusion.
Not just When your are around, even when being separated.
So is my love for you lighting, inviting always there and never fading
Just the thought of you gives me hope and joy
Knowing that I am not alone in my journey of life and love.
With the beauty of the majestic mountainside
And the aromas of the Lilly's, covering the plains
So to is our love engulfed with sweet smelling, beautiful memories of our encounter's throughout our journeys of life
So is my love for you lighting, inviting always there and never fading
Just the thought of you gives me hope and joy
Knowing that I am not alone in my journey of life and love.
Day was very sunny,
Old Jet felt so funny,
Old black lab, muzzle grey,
His family off to work today,
Old Jet lay down to sleep,
Left alone, watchdog to keep,
His gait was slow,
Not much get up and go,
Jet slumbered on,
Not too long,
His canine dreams bemusing,
Flashbacks Old Jet perusing,
Brilliant happy companion days,
Lots of fun and rambling plays,
Ben was his best loved lad,
Now his unofficial dad,
Jet's loyalty never wavered,
Yes, Ben he always favoured,
Pats and hugs and lots of snacks,
All kindness, time to relax,
Old Jet's breathing slowed,
Snoring on, time to go,
Asleep in the sun, one deep sigh,
No one home to say goodbye,
No drama, no fuss,
Old Jet's no longer with us,
His long life was over,
Puppy Heaven for old rover,
Old Jet had breathed his last,
Finally, Old Jet had passed.
Shed your fears onto me and let them wash away your sins,
The sacrifice of your innocent youth can free your yearning soul,
I am not the contempt that you were warned of,
I am the desire in your heart bound by your bloody veins,
I have felt your thoughts darken to where I reside,
Do not hide them from I that feeds you,
You know the thoughts I talk of,
The blackest ones,
The ones that dismay your very purity,
That scare your very being for fear that they should somehow leak out,
I know those thoughts,
I know them all too well,
Why torment yourself so,
Hiding behind masks of skin and secrets,
None of you speak truth,
Only that which liars deem prove you worthy,
But none of your kind are truly worthy,
How can you be when denial is your greatest strength.
I can ease your shallow burden,
If you will only let me,
I will lift the burden of living from you,
And free your desires from the weight of circumstance,
You will be born again,
Never to know the manacles of your misconstrued life,
A moment with me will be an eternity without inhibition,
Come join with us,
Release yourself,
Be all that you can be.
In the labyrinth of my mind, I reflect on my life thus far.
Not only a reflection of my thoughts and feelings, but a soul searching.
Totally wrapped in my contemplation, I have fallen inward.
Reality is slipping away and I am buried in the pondering of my life.
On examination it surely has been a tangled path that I have travelled.
Seeking my reason for existence, I am immersed in a whirlwind.
Preoccupied, I dwell in a meditative trance brooding and musing.
Examining one's life is painful and the answers not always easy to accept.
Coming to terms with the past is a tearful journey back in time.
To look inside one self takes courage and truthfulness.
In me are many feelings long buried that are screaming to be revealed.
On my bed, I lay weeping and lost it seems in scenes I want to push away.
No, it is not easy to retreat into one's mind for introspection and absolution.
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June 23, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/INTROSPECTION
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 1114-923-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
To my children she is mother
bringer of life,
giver of love,
sculptor of minds,
painter of dreams,
the calmer,
the soother,
the rock…
Holding them through the tears
of mistakes done,
when dreams won’t come,
when milestones are won.
Inspiring them to begin,
to reach the end,
and then start again,
flying higher,
going farther,
moving faster…
She cherishes them,
holds them,
knows them,
at times scolds them,
but they know she will always,
love them…
She is their
unyielding,
invulnerable protector…
Yes,
To my children she is mother.
To me…
She is fierce,
soft,
gentle,
lover,
fighter.
inspiration,
imagination,
stimulation,
motivation,
admiration,
rolled into one package…
In that package, a brain,
brilliant,
calculating,
supportive,
unselfish,
forgiving…
In that package, a heart,
caring,
sharing,
loving,
generous
compassionate,
tender,
affectionate,
supportive,
romantic…
In that package, a soul,
the spirit of
an angel’s grace,
where evil,
has no place,
and even the saints would cry tears,
over her purity…
In that package, her hands,
a touch that can,
calm the rage,
that boils inside of me,
exposing my insanity,
steering me.
from the brink of,
catastrophe…
In that package, her arms,
that wrap around me,
bringing harmony,
peace,
contentment,
love,
reality…
To my children she is mother…
to the world she is my wife…
to me she is,
my life…