The Surgeon Navigating Dark Thoughts
In the hallowed halls of medical lore,
Dr Webster, eager, sought to explore,
A world of hearts, intricate and grand,
Learning surgery’s delicate hand.
With precision and a questing mind,
He delved into hearts, the human kind,
Seeking to heal, to mend and to teach,
His passion for learning, within his reach.
Yet amidst the textbooks and sterile light,
Dr Webster found solace one quiet night,
An old monk crossed his path by chance,
Bringing wisdom born of circumstance.
The monk, serene in his silent grace,
Shared stories that time could not erase,
Of life’s rhythms, of the beating heart,
Echoes of wisdom, an ancient art.
Though worlds apart in their daily sphere,
Their meeting held something quite sincere,
For the surgeon learned beyond his knife,
The monk imparted lessons on life.
The old monk spoke of journeys within,
Of stillness, peace, and the soul’s akin,
While Dr Webster, with eager mind,
Learned of the heart of a different kind.
Together they pondered life’s fleeting grace,
The surgeon’s quest, the monk’s quiet space,
In learning surgery and monk’s repose,
They found unity in life’s grand prose.
Two souls entwined in an unlikely blend,
Learning, growing, till journeys end,
Dr Webster’s heart, now learned and free,
Found solace in the monk’s philosophy.
So, in the operating theatre’s art,
Or amidst the monk’s reflective chart,
Their tale echoes of wisdom’s creed,
A surgeon’s heart, a monk’s soulful seed.
