Sometimes I feel like a poet
wearing a stethoscope with a vocabulary and acronyms my profession confuses for language. Sometimes I wonder what people think when I’m listening, eyes closed searching for something more than a heartbeat. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with a stethoscope until I find the place in you where God hid Love.
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