Hope

Hope Today I felt the heavy pain of the land Entire forests burned, charred Entire mountains with blackened scars The leaves of the valley oaks dulled orange Not from autumn skies But from death Demise Destruction Yet then there is this An angel in the skies bringing life Color Salmon and periwinkle Coral and slate…

Restore

I wrote this poem for a patient of mine. She was an infant with a terribly progressive terminal disease. I guess you could call this poem a “statement of faith” if you wanted to, but as a physician I despise when it seems that illness wins and my patients and their families lose. So in…

Catastrophe

Catastrophe This land of mountains high, Rivers deep and cold Formed by volcanoes, earthquakes Violence and storm Such beauty arising from the ashes Such green grandeur From the dark of the black So what is to come of this drought What is to come of the quake The shaking of all our foundations This threat…