The Clinic

Wednesday, June 16, 2010; 1:15 pm

the smell of sterility
hangs in the air
(cleanliness is kin to
a Christlike life).

hustle and bustle
grow weary of work
(the lunch hour comes
like the eye of some storm).

there's a stillness that encompasses
the clacking keys and creaking doors.

but here throughout these halls
a trace of laughter is heard;
gratitude covers the place
like dew gracing the grass
even now, when exam rooms
stand empty until the next shift starts.

~dedicated to the Church Health Center~