HE WAS A DOCTOR,

NOT GOD
He learned to heal as only a man can, he was human,
A woman’s husband dies, he loses faith in himself,
People he knew in a town also lose faith in a friend.
He was a doctor who did care about pain and suffering,
Angry at himself because he failed another, could not cure.
He was a doctor, not perfect in any way, not made of miracles,
He turned his back on his profession, he turned his back on himself.
He needed to figure it out, he went home, back to a simple life,
Working on his farm, away from the pain and death that ate at him.
This wasn’t who he was, down inside he was a healing man, a doctor,
What he realized, he was a doctor, not god.

Keith Garrett