There Is No Gift More Precious than One's Health
|Music: The Art of the Fugue, Contrapunctus II.
By J. S. Bach. Sequencer Unknown. Modified by David Grossman.
|There is no gift more precious than one's health.|
Happiness must rest upon that ground.
Alight with pain, no pleasure can be found,
Nor joy in love or beauty, words or wealth.
Know that I am grateful for your skill,
Your sensitivity and dedication.
Out of strength, I dreaded all sensation
Until your healing touch restored my will.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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