Thursday, March 09, 2006

The Great Physician

The church halls were strewn with the sick and wounded. Deep, livid wounds with flowering infections. Hellish fevers cooking bodies from inside. Limp, useless limbs and slack, dumb mouths.

Among them walked men and women with gentle hands and soft voices, and scars. They moved as one body, consoling and attending and praying. And slowly, the sick and wounded among them stood, healed.

"This place is amazing."

"Yeah," said a man, helping to lift a cripple to his feet. "All the nurses used to be patients."


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