Never be the same

I don’t want to live in a constant rhythm

Singing the same melody,

From within this frail and mortal heart

I want to pour out all that I have.

To be the hands and feet

Of an invincible unchanging love

Is what I live for,

Is what I fight for.

How can I do this?

What is my ticket way into this dream?

By treating the very essential cells

That makes up you and me.

Being a Physician Assistant in impoverished communities

Starting in my backyard

Extending to the slums of India

Back through the huts in Africa

It is a cycle of mercy.

What will matter is the heartbeat in front of me.

Not what I am wearing

nor what someone has said about me.

The fruit of my womb will follow me where I go

Pictures of my parents face will be all I have

I could die in the journey

Or get sick.

More than anything my perspective

Will never be the same.

My own world will begin to digress

And all that will remain is our world,

To serve,

To hold,

To pray for,

To change.