A hymn of hope

This is a poem written nearly 3 years back, during my student days. It was inspired by a child with cerebral palsy I had seen in the ward.

A hymn of hope.

In the corner of the ward
Lies he, a languishing lad.
The piercing gaze, from his angel face
Halts my impatient search for a case.

He returns not my smile
Blankly staring all the while.
His mind’s depth, I cannot fathom
As he cooes and moans at random.

Caressing his hair
Sings his mother with care
A hymn of love
A hymn of hope.

I feel his pulse
I hear his heart
My stethoscope echoes life
But all I see is strife.

I wish I could see his wounds
Touch and heal his scars
But I see not. I feel not.
His wounds beyond human vision
His life beyond human comprehension.

Off to school his peers run
But he has to go places none.
Oh majestic creator
Pardon,all I have is a hymn of questions.

This angel with chipped wings
Who in eternity sings
A hymn of love and life.
A hymn of hope.


Nothing but a recipient of Christ's grace. I am a young doctor and I use this space to find meaning in the bedlam of my thoughts. My blog might resonate with the screams of a young adult finding her place in life, the stench of hospital corridors, images of the many people who intrigue me and the lessons my Saviour Jesus teaches me.

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