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Resident Chaplain Justin Robins wrote the following poem from Novant Health PMC for his Spring 2025 mid-unit evaluation with his five fellow residents.
Healing Hands
Trembling hands, tapping hands, hands that are young and are old
Knocking on doors, listening true, and daring to be bold
The hands do not cut, do not stitch, do not fix or band
For the tools of spiritual healing are in the patient's hands
The hands may need tools or maybe guiding, upon the patient that depends
Pastor, counselor, listener, reader, silent, present friend
Hands do not preach, do not push, the visits aren't always pleasant,
For even in the worst of times, what they bear is simple presence
The hands we touch may be cold, bruised, cut, or even shaken.
For no matter the traumas, these hands may know, they won't be left forsaken
You all are five fingers, although I guess six with me, that's true
But honestly, it has been an honor to hand off patients to you.
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