Have a hand in your own treatment. I have nothing but praise for our doctors, but I think they could help us better, and we can help them if we work together.
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Doctors
They work with herbs
and penicillin
They work with gentleness
and the scalpel.
They dig out the cancer,
close an incision
and say a prayer
to the poverty of the skin.
They are not Gods
though they would like to be;
they are only a human
trying to fix up a human.
Many humans die.
They die like the tender,
palpitating berries
in November.
But all along the doctors remember:
First do no harm.
They would kiss if it would heal.
It would not heal.
If the doctors cure
then the sun sees it.
If the doctors kill
then the earth hides it.
The doctors should fear arrogance
more than cardiac arrest.
If they are too proud,
and some are,
then they leave home on horseback
but God returns them on foot.
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Doctor's Day 2012
Most Doctors…
Try their best to heal;
Do not try to steal;
Use their ken to deal
With patient's problems and do feel!
All Doctors…
Are just humans too;
Try to be humane and do
Their duty with ethics due,
Upgrading knowledge new.
A few Doctors…
May make errors great;
May fleece patients poor;
May not perform to their best,
And earn a bad name for the rest!
Doctors…
Are a noble lot and lucky slot,
Whose toil is praised but soon forgot;
Sacrifice their life-times but cannot
Find time to check own health from rot!
Wish Doctors all, ‘A Happy Doctors Day! '
May they labour, come what may;
For their kind work, may God repay
With heaven, and bless them His way!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 29-05-2012
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Doctor's Day In India
Though once a year comes Doctor's Day,
Let us celebrate it;
‘A noble profession', all say;
Accolades, let's befit.
All doctors must improve health-care
Of world's sick/suffering souls;
Let doctors toil for sick-welfare,
Assuming varied roles.
The world needs better doctors more -
A dedicated lot;
They form the health-providers core -
A sacrificing slot!
May doctors work most selflessly;
May patients benefit;
May doctors serve them faultlessly,
And heal all, bit by bit!
poem by John Celes
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Still Smoking a Rant
A cigarette will soothe away
the stress and troubles of the day.
That’s what the doctors used to say.
When I was young
When feel down and skies are grey
a smoke will drive the blues away.
That’s what the doctors used to say.
When I was young.
A smoke will help you work and play
and do no harm in any way
That’s what the doctors used to say.
When I was young.
New fads and fancies come along.
Without admitting they were wrong.
The doctors sing a different song.
Now I am old.
If they were wrong why should we
believe their latest theory.
The doctors sing a different song.
Now I am old.
Smokers die younger so they say
younger than who I ask today.
The doctors sing a different song.
Now I am old.
I have smoked since I was ten,
part of my daily regimen.
The doctors sing a different song.
Now I am old.
Presumably I should be dead.
If I believed the lies we’re fed
The doctors sing a different song.
Now I am old.
The choice is yours to quit or smoke.
Myself I treat it as a joke.
The song the doctors sing today.
I am quite old
Both smokers and non smokers die
which I accept I don’t ask why
Despite the song the doctors sing.
I’m still smoking.
(7-Aug-07)
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My Walk Of Faith
As doctors pump me with medicine, prescribed for me by mere men,
The Lord my God is at the helm, adding to their staff a Divine Realm,
Guiding the staff in my recovery, of a disease a human eye can’t see,
As The Lord God works to deliver, me, from a cancer now in my liver.
Traveling on an unexpected journey, my Lord and God is holding me,
And as God holds me in His hand, I’m exceeding all they understand,
For the fact this day I feel wonderful, goes against their common rule,
Regarding what they have detected, I feel much better than expected.
As a Medical Field looks for praise, there’s a question I need to raise,
As the doctor’s staff race for a cure, where is the Lord in their picture,
Sure the doctors by God are used, as their medicine in me is infused,
However is this the entire story, when indeed God deserves the glory?
As the doctors continue on with me, through their prescribed therapy,
Dear friend, if and when I’m restored, it shall be ordered by The Lord,
For The Lord is the ultimate Healer, and God alone, shall will the cure,
For I am not in this all alone, as God guides doctors from His Throne.
For me, this is truly a walk of faith, as I am being led by God’s Grace,
His Grace, sufficient for every day, as God walks with me all the way,
And with His Grace, my feet are shod, as I walk this journey with God,
Who shall get the praise ultimately, here on earth and through Eternity.
(Copyright ©02/2011)
Thus far
I took treatment;
The body-ache was gone; with it the winter too.
I took treatment;
The allergy was gone; with it the spring too.
I took treatment;
The acnes were gone; with it the summer too.
I took treatment;
The gastric was gone; with it the autumn too.
Sometimes I got fortunes.
Sometimes I was spared.
Sometimes I was rescued.
Sometimes I got miseries reduced.
I ascribed all to my God I believe.
With time I have grown thus far.
With faith I have stood thus far.
15.04.2007I
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Undergoing Treatment
We are undergoing treatment
Watching others in the news
Studying our worst reviews
They say well get over it
Disappear like dinosaurs
To the sound of sole applause
Designed to make us special
If you see me walking in the garden
Dont ever ask me for an autograph
If you ever catch me in the arcade
Dont even stop me for a photograph
We are undergoing treatment
Till our ethic fits the scene
Layed out in q magazine
They crave our conformity
Mediocre to the bone
Terrified testosterone
But why do we still face the music
If you see me walking in the garden
Dont ever ask me..
Now and then you get the strangest notion
That theres something missing
But it keeps you guessing
Wild ambition can you really blame us?
Can you entertain us?
Can you give a little more?
(chorus)
We are undergoing treatment
Will the doctors ever cure
These delusions of grandeur?
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Happy Doctor's Day,2012! ' Let All Indians Say Today
Respect the white coat that all doctors wear;
Respect the stethoscope with which they hear;
Respect the prescriptions they write and tear;
Respect all doctors for they truly care!
To treat diseases, some doctors do dare;
They try their best for all patients to fare;
Some of them are doyens, pioneers rare;
Some do miraculous feats, at which all stare!
Wish doctors all, ‘A Happy Doctors Day! '
Thank them for their hard work and pray today;
Remember, they keep diseases at bay;
Most doctors do their jobs in noble way!
'Happy Doctor's Day,2012 in INDIA! '
From a Doctor Dean, Medical Teacher and Poet
IRT PMC&H & RTS, Perundurai, TN., India
Copyright by Dr John Celes 01-06-2012
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In all modesty, we must admit that governments are not always the best doctors when it comes to diagnosing economic ailments and prescribing the right treatment.
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All ye nations, praise the Lord,
All ye nations, praise the Lord,
All ye lands your voices raise;
Heaven and earth with loud accord,
Praise the Lord, for ever praise.
For his truth and mercy stand,
Past, and present, and to be,
Like the years of his right hand,
Like his own eternity.
Praise Him, ye who know his love;
Praise Him from the depth beneath;
Praise Him in the heights above;
Praise your Maker, all that breathe.
poem by James Montgomery
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Thank and Praise Jehovah's Name
Thank and Praise Jehovah’s Name;
For His mercies, firm and sure,
From eternity the same
To eternity endure.
Let the ransomed thus rejoice,
Gathered out of every land,
As the people of His choice,
Plucked from the destroyer’s hand.
Praise Him, ye who know His love;
Praise Him from the depths beneath;
Praise Him in the heights above;
Praise your Maker all that breathe.
For His truth and mercy stand,
Past, and present, and to be,
Like the years of His right hand—
Like His own eternity.
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Any time the United States government turns over an American citizen, including military personnel, to the government of another country, it is in our nature to want to make sure that they receive the best treatment, the fairest treatment, and the most humane treatment.
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Tiny Doctors
I'm never sad anymore since the day
I found out something about myself
Now I know that I have a thing in me
I can say I'm in the clear
(2x)
Tiny, tiny doctors, doctors
Swimming in my veins
Taing care of business inside me
Clearing up the illness and pain
Helpful, very concerned
Putting all their medical experience to work
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Work And Joy
Each day I live I thank the Lord
I do the work I love;
And in it find a rich reward,
All price and praise above.
For few may do the work they love,
The fond unique employ,
That fits them as a hand a glove,
And gives them joy.
Oh gentlefolk, do you and you
Who toil for daily hire,
Consider that the job you do
Is to your heart's desire?
Aye, though you are to it resigned,
And will no duty shirk,
Oh do you in your private mind
Adore your work?
Twice happy man whose job is joy,
Whose hand and heart combine,
In brave and excellent employ
As radiantly as mine!
But oh the weary, dreary day,
The wear and tear and irk
Of countless souls who cannot say:
'I love my work.'
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An excerpt from "Mass for the Day of St. Thomas Didymus"
iiGloria
Praise the wet snow
falling early.
Praise the shadow
my neighor's chimney casts on the tile roof
even this gray October day that should, they say,
have been golden.
Praise
the invisible sun burning beyond
the white cold sky, giving us
light and the chimney's shadow.
Praise
god or the gods, the unknown,
that which imagined us, which stays
our hand,
our murderous hand,
and gives us
still,
in the shadow of death,
our daily life,
and the dream still
of goodwill, of peace on earth.
Praise
flow and change, night and
the pulse of day.
poem by Denise Levertov
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Healing Hand for M lady Ernestine
I don’t conduct experiments
to prove established precedents
I try to keep an open mind
to things by science undefined.
I do accept telepathy
and other forms of ESP.
I see no reason to deny
Some may have this ability
Some heal by laying on of hand
a process no one understands
But one that works obviously.
The evidence is plain to see.
To see someone become pain free
when they have been in agony.
Though all the doctors are quite sure
that healers can’t provide a cure.
The patients know that healers do
that’s why the will not listen to
The scientists who cant believe
the cures that healers can achieve.
Sometimes alternate therapies
do work much more efficiently.
Than what the doctors offer you
Both you and I know this true
23-Dec-08
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Lord, I give you all my praise. (To the tune of down at the cross)
O Lord, My God, I give you all my praise
You have cared for me all my days
You have comfort and strengthen me
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes, God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O’ Lord, My God, to you I lift my hand
You will bless me right where I stand
You will guide me along the way
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O Lord My God to you I sing my praise
I surrender and beg for your grace
Please O’ Lord, forgive all my sins.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O Lord, my God I need your help today
Please send some aid quickly my way
Problems are so bad I can hardly pray
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes, God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O Lord, My God, thanks for all you have done
You have empowered me to overcome
Now, I can claim my battle as won
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes God has been good to me.
God has been so good me.
Yes God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
poem by Reginald Walker
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In The Mornin
In the mornin'
When my feet hit the floor,
I will praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
In the mornin'
When I walk out my door,
I praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
When I praise Him I keep motivated.
And my heart is elevated!
Shaking trouble makers away.
When I praise Him I know He's my Savior,
Saving me from bad behavior.
And those who bait that hate,
Wont spoil my flavor.
In the mornin'
When I'm yawning at dawn,
I praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
In the mornin'
I've got faith so strong.
'Cause I'm blessed to know that God is with me,
All day long!
In the mornin'
When my feet hit the floor,
I will praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
In the mornin'
When I walk out my door,
I praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
Oh yes I,
Praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
Oh yes I...
Praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him!
Oh yes I...
Praise Him.
In the mornin'
When I walk out my door,
I praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
And dedicated
'To my 'Roots'.
I keep re-booted! '
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The Mighty Physician
Now living with life changing news, my life’s no longer set in cruise,
Though the prognosis is not good, friend this must be understood,
I do know The Mighty Physician, One involved with every decision,
From the initial course I must take, to each decision they will make.
It is my Lord God, Who oversees, all of those glaring uncertainties,
Knowing this I could understand, God directed the surgeon’s hand,
And it is this that helps me through, all that the doctors have to do,
I’m not depending on them alone, but guidance from God’s Throne.
Many vessels are used by the Lord, as gifts to all, He does afford,
Abilities to all, for His ultimate glory, to bring light to a darker story,
Very real stories in everyday life, even those who don’t know Christ,
So if the question is ever raised, it’s our Lord, who is to be praised.
My Lord is watching over me, through all the things the doctors see,
And anything they may appear to find, isn’t news to my Lord’s mind,
For God knows every path ahead, even before the latest test is read,
Giving the doctors direction too, as they proceed, in something new.
Friend, any healing that may be done, is decreed by God’s own Son,
The very Creator and Sustainer of, everything from His Throne above,
Selecting those He chooses friend, for God’s ultimate plan in the end,
So even through these darker days, to God alone, belongs the praise.
(Copyright ©02/2011)
Psalm 150
Praise God in his heavenly dwelling;
praise him in his mighty heaven!
Praise him for his mighty works;
praise his unequaled greatness!
Praise him with a blast of the trumpet;
praise him with the lyre and harp!
Praise him with the tambourine and dancing;
praise him with stringed instruments and flutes!
Praise him with a clash of cymbals;
praise him with loud clanging cymbals.
Let everything that lives sing praises to the Lord!
Praise the Lord!!
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