“meeting of ECT professionals, meeting of minds, friendship”

In a bright-lit hall as morning breaks,  
The hum of purpose gently wakes—  
A gathering of learned hearts and hands,  
United minds across the lands.

White coats, blue scrubs, and knowing eyes  
Reflect the years, the patient sighs;  
Each specialist, a thread well-spun  
Within the tapestry begun.

With open folders, open souls,  
They bridge the gaps, repair the holes;  
A meeting not just by design,  
But of conviction: yours and mine.

Ideas glimmer in the air—  
Electric thoughts, attentive care;  
Across the tables stories flow,  
Of courage kindled long ago.

The joys and doubts that ECT  
May bring—discussed with empathy;  
For behind the science, skill, and chart,  
Each carries hope within the heart.

Laughter spills, a gentle sound,  
As new-found fellowship is found;  
For in this hall of healing art,  
A friendship sparks from every part.

And when they rise to part and roam,  
No one departs the way they’d come;  
In this electric, kindly sphere,  
Connection grows—year after year.

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