Light Heals
By Dr. Anna
Work
completed, Night wearily plods to its cavern to rest,
while Dawn lifts from its nest in a hush of wings.
The Sun, robed in dazzling molten gold,
raises His stethoscope of light
to the world’s anxiously heaving chest.
Mountains,
forests, flowers—
birds and people, even the great beasts—
bow their heads in expectant submission,
tamed beneath the Sun’s healing gaze,
accepting His gentle ministrations.
Clouds
attend Him like nurses,
standing ready just below his blazing hands;
when he calls for instruments—
forceps, tweezers, gauze, or balm—
they instantly offer them without a sound.
His prescriptions
for the world
venture downward,
not paper and ink,
but as falling light.
