Hard wood,
A stern reminder of penance,
But a view of trees,
Blowing,
Serenaded by breeze
Framed above my head,
As patients pass,
Bowed head,
Convent for confusion,
A sacred space to heal
The mind, spirit, and
Soul to first,
Or once again find,
Here on this pew,
I see their dance
And chants,
A longing for belonging,
A need to find self and security,
And I am here,
Upon my pew,
Watching, waiting
A patient,
Listening, loving ear
To not just observe,
but to genuinely hear.
Tag: chaplain
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