The Healer

For Dr. J

As sighing salmon
Shoulder the world's sorrow
The weight of pain
Penetrates his marrow

Unable to turn his gaze
From the suffering shores
The ocean infinite feels
The slap of his oars

If he holds enough pieces
Of hearts that have splintered
Perhaps he can relieve
A world become cinders

He bears with the patience
Of those intimate with death
The cosmic wound of God
Marks his every breath

In his eyes a sea
Of tears is remembered
As they scan the pages
Of life’s little errors

The only way to know
Is to fail he always said
In the faces of the fallen
A bible can be read