Never be the same
I don’t want to live in a constant rhythm
Singing the same melody,
From within this frail and mortal heart
I want to pour out all that I have.
To be the hands and feet
Of an invincible unchanging love
Is what I live for,
Is what I fight for.
How can I do this?
What is my ticket way into this dream?
By treating the very essential cells
That makes up you and me.
Being a Physician Assistant in impoverished communities
Starting in my backyard
Extending to the slums of India
Back through the huts in Africa
It is a cycle of mercy.
What will matter is the heartbeat in front of me.
Not what I am wearing
nor what someone has said about me.
The fruit of my womb will follow me where I go
Pictures of my parents face will be all I have
I could die in the journey
Or get sick.
More than anything my perspective
Will never be the same.
My own world will begin to digress
And all that will remain is our world,
To serve,
To hold,
To pray for,
To change.