It’s a curious thing I do
Listening to others talk their way through
The muddle they feel, the hopeless despair
Sitting, nodding, holding stories of devastation and terror.
Nothing could be more precious or rare
as to sit with a person in the midst of despair.
Lamentations, heartache, unrequited love
"How can one sing songs of praise" in the cave of despair?
Lightyears from the celestial
Millenia from the New Earth
Minutes from the last breath
In comes Chaplain to witness, to listen,
to acknowledge the humanity in suffering
to offer compassionate connection face to face
It’s a curious thing I do
Listening to others talk their way through
The muddle they feel, the hopeless despair
Sitting, nodding, holding stories of devastation and terror.
Nothing could be more precious or rare
as to sit with a person in the midst of despair.
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