Today's poem is by Diane Hendry from 'Tools of the Trade' and has been chosen by Associate Chaplain, Ali Newell Psalm Eighty-Eight Blues Image Lord, when I’m speechless when something – not just sorrow but under that – a dull, numb, nameless dreich about the heart I hardly seem to have, when this afflicts me, when hope’s been cancelled, when the pilot light of me’s put out, when every reflex and response has been extinguished, send word, snowdrop, child, light. Diana Hendry From ‘Tools of the Trade’ - Poems for New Doctors edited by Dr Lesley Morrison, Dr John Gillies and Rev Ali Newell This article was published on 2024-06-24
