Walking Wounded

[Dedicated to MR]

by Linda Light

I walked by the hospital one day

And out back I heard the sounds of shots fired.

Hurriedly I ran back there to see

A man kneeling on the ground,

Writhing in pain,

As a doctor stood pointing a gun

At a man who was already ill.

I shoved the gun aside and ran

To the man on the ground.

I screamed at the doctor

“ You’re supposed to help people heal here,

Not wound them more! What do you think you are doing??”

I took hold of the elbow of the now shot man,

Helped him to stand, and

Took him to a humble cottage down the road.

Urgently I rapped on the door.

A bearded man robed in white

Soon opened wide the door.

“Father, please take us in! Another patient rescued

From down the road.”

With eyes full of love, he helped the man in.

He touched his wounds and healed them,

Then lastly he touched the man’s heart.

“Go and tell others of what you’ve learned this day.”