Dear LORD,
Doctors have power, but so too do raindrops.
Ask for a bottle of gin but dance on the rooftop without your fiddle.
Send for a young fair maiden to pick your garden flowers,
But ask for a beer drinker to be your best friend.
But what about the tribulation of the healing?
What about the turbulence in the mind of the sailor?
What about the honor of a family?
And what of the purity of steel?
This is a psalm about resignation or rather becoming a contrite suffuser of orthodox courage and beleifs in worth and esteem.
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