The night shift comes in at seven at night staying a twelve hour shift.
They walk hand-and-hand with heart beats, under a dark sky where people sleep and their ministry aids healing silently often without notice. When most of the world sleeps they gather in the hospital halls, flow into rooms of the ailing and soothe the cry of the newborn baby.
The night shift nurses smooth the wrinkles from the evening sky’s blanket; they raise the moon pillow, while weaving hope amongst the stars.
The clock ticks the hours by that only few can recall in the morning-
Who was my nurse last night? When is the last time you saw the sun rise?
"I’m here." As his eyes close, he drifts back to sweet slumber.
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