The Great Physician

The Great Physician, by Eric Green

The sanguine song is fading and all hope is cast away

The malady afflicting me grows stronger everyday

And I would acquiesce but for the fawning crowd that sings

Of one who comes with healing in his wings

The beast of burden under me begrudges not his chore

The load that he is shouldering is lighter than before

He knows the way so I can rest my eyes until I hear

The murmuring that tells me we are near

A crowd preventing progress in the middle of the street

The ones that know me lift me from my mount and to my feet

Unsteady knees that bear me to the voice that guarantees

The end of all disorder and disease

The one that I've been waiting for, the one who will impart

The long-expected consolation of my yearning heart

He bids me come and hazard faith upon his remedy

One that he took great pains for us to see

A portmanteau of miracles lies open to behold

A singular elixir filled with mysteries untold

The serpent tells his secrets to the one who dares to glean

A treatment that the world has never seen

My money on the barrel and the vial in my vest

A long-forgotten anthem rising in a hollow chest

If I can pay the ferryman, by sundown I can sing 

Beside my hearth of healing in his wings