I am searching for a doctor who is very hard to find.
He does not relieve arthritis or give vision to the blind.
He will not deliver babies or reset a fractured bone,
And he won�t get rid of back pain or remove your kidney stone.
I don�t want a dermatologist who�s trained to study skin,
Or a dentist who will tell me just what shape my teeth are in.
No, I need a special doctor � and of that I�m very sure.
There�s a sickness of another sort that I want him to cure.
I am searching for a doctor who will let all cripples be.
But he�ll treat the folks around them and he�ll give them strength to see
That the arms and legs don�t make the man � and those who search will find
That the value of a person�s in his heart and in his mind.
I am searching for a doctor who won�t bother those with AIDS,
As they suffer with their sicknesses and march in their parades.
He will treat the folks who hate them and destroy their will to live;
And he�ll show them love�s compassion as he teaches them to give.
I am searching for a doctor who will let the old be old.
And he�ll say to those who try to fit them in a younger mold:
�There is nothing wrong with aging, for the wrinkles on a face
Can suggest a deep maturity, reflect a timeless grace.�
I am searching for a doctor who will let all bodies rest.
Not take inches off your abdomen or add them to your chest . .
He will make all those who see you look beyond your �fleshly
Then the beauty people see will be the beauty that you are.
I am searching for a doctor every person can become,
Though it�s difficult for many and improbable for some.
Let�s prescribe ourselves compassion and some tolerance to
start . . .
Though the doctor heals the body, only love can heal the heart.
Copyright �1999 by
Duane M. Dodson. All rights reserved.
Published in Poetry the Write Way: Webstatic � First Journey (Sept. 2000)