Richard M. Berlin, MD

"...remember this one life is a gift each of us was handed and told to open..."

My life pasted on his wall to analyze, a flash of insight came to me: Training had begun.

“...the life thing in us that will not let us die...”

Hospital food has the reputation for not being very restorative...

And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water...

"... laboring to transform death to praise, never wearying, never once losing faith."

How has COVID-19 given us a heightened appreciation for each moment?

As the COVID-19 battle continues, reflecting on successes against viruses like AIDS may serve as a hopeful reminder.

"...inhuman forces hard at work in their own time and place..."

Walking on water might just be possible...

A faceless full moon glowing through a cloud, contorted like the tree . . .

"O Southland, sorrow home, melody beating in my bone and blood!"

Let poetry transport you on a vacation, since COVID-19 prevented summer travel.

Blade tips catch and knees kiss ice, my eyes searching for the one skater in every crowd who glides graceful as a god,

This poem contemplates the National Anthem... is it a good song?

Poet Billy Collins writes the names of friends lost to COVID-19 on the back of his grocery list.

A mother begs the court to keep her son incarcerated for fear street gangs will eat him alive.

It may feel hard to find our way during the COVID-19 pandemic. Try and reflect on the direction your life is heading in right now.

Professional sports have hobbled on during COVID-19. What memories do you have of in-person sporting events?

How do you enter the patient's space, and are you cognizant of the energy you bring with you?

He was happy in a Gettysburg field, before he turned 13. That was the year his father’s body launched its own Civil War.

Patients rely on the companionship and kindness of nurses now more than ever, and these poem selections reflect that.

Maya Angelou’s words remind us to care for and support one another.

Dr Berlin recites sentiments close to his heart.

Is a doctor a healer, a confidante, a priest or rabbi, a turner of textbook pages, or a combination of all?

Deep breaths . . . sing out loud.

The words are no less fitting now than when this piece was written at the height of the AIDS epidemic.

Wake up, arise from the fog, and face a new post-op day.

When all else fails, fly.

We come for freedom and the chance to live the American dream.