By David Orr, MTS
You handed me a thousand hearts to hold and carry deep inside my own dark basket for a whole year. At first Some of it so I did not touch. Some of it so I did not cry. Some of it so I left it covered. |
And some of it was dead, rotten from the start no chance to drum or begin a dance, no hum that might invoke a trance— so I let it rest in peace. I searched but slowly And then one day “Dig deeper, man, So I kept digging |
But I kept on digging “Hold it up,” I heard you say, And from below It lives, it hums |
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David Orr, who resides with his family in Lynchburg, VA, received his master’s degree in theological studies in May 2011 from Washington Theological Union. He wrote this poem for CPE residency graduation at Georgetown University Hospital in Washington, DC. He writes that he was grateful “for being able to hold hearts for a year, and have mine transformed by the experience.” |