With the heart-breaking and disastrous events that have taken place over the last few years in this country, it seems that so many Americans have lost their ability for compassion. Between the race wars, the police shootings, the riots, and the gay-bashing, we seem to have forgotten how to love our fellow man. This country has slipped into such a state of emotional despair, it seems like we can’t even look at someone without thinking the worst of them right off the bat.
Along with that, we are on the precipice of an election and it’s got a lot of people up in arms. Recently, I have had some pretty heated debates about who should be elected and while I’m not going to say who to vote for, I do want to point out that only one of the two major candidates have done their part to assist the spread of hatred, fear, and division in our beloved country. One on candidate takes so much time and effort to tear down the spirit and strength of minorities and has taught our younger generation that it’s ok to fear those who are different.
I beg anyone who reads this to try a different approach. Search your heart and soul for the compassion you once had. Show your neighbors, your co-workers, strangers you meet the kindness in your heart rather than the darkness.
This is a poem I wrote many years ago. It’s one of my favorites to this day but now more than ever, I think people really need to read the message behind it. We all have the capacity for love and compassion and it’s been ignored for far too long.
I don’t want a dermatologist who’s trained to study skin,
Or a dentist who will tell me just what shape my teeth are in.
No, I need a special doctor – and of that I’m very sure.
There’s a sickness of another sort that I want him to cure.
I am searching for a doctor who will let all cripples be.
But he’ll treat the folks around them and he’ll give them strength to see
That the arms and legs don’t make the man – and those who search will find
That the value of a person’s in his heart and in his mind.
I am searching for a doctor who won’t bother those with AIDS,
As they suffer with their sicknesses and march in their parades.
He will treat the folks who hate them and destroy their will to live;
And he’ll show them love’s compassion as he teaches them to give.
I am searching for a doctor who will let the old be old.
And he’ll say to those who try to fit them in a younger mold:
“There is nothing wrong with aging, for the wrinkles on a face
Can suggest a deep maturity, reflect a timeless grace.”
I am searching for a doctor who will let all bodies rest.
Not take inches off your abdomen or add them to your chest . . .
He will make all those who see you look beyond your “fleshly scar,”
Then the beauty people see will be the beauty that you are.
I am searching for a doctor every person can become,
Though it’s difficult for many and improbable for some.
Let’s prescribe ourselves compassion and some tolerance to start . . .
Though the doctor heals the body, only love can heal the heart.
Jordan Zeitler is 33 years old and lives in St. Louis, MO with his partner of 5 years. He enjoys spending time with his children and his friends. As a published writer, he writes short stories, stage plays, and poetry. In his free time, he escapes the real world by watching a lot of movies and TV. He also stays current on all aspects of entertainment news and politics. Jordan also served in the military for 8 years and is an advocate for veteran rights. Jordan has devoted a lot of his time to a small community theater company as the Production Manager. He also started a Youth Theater Program to educate kids about theater, singing, and improvisations. He hopes to someday publish the next great American novel and own a theater company of his own.