Helping at Hospice--By Cindy Evans--United States

Helping at Hospice 

I took my place behind the desk,
settling in the familiar chair,
the feeling of peace I'd come to expect
was gently evident there.

As people passed, they seemed sad,
yet thankful for this place,
a cheery voice and fresh flowers
and a smiling, friendly face.

Some walked by the pond,
some sat in the chapel in prayer,
some people slept in the rooms,
you could see how much they care.

A chaplain walked by
and gave a little wave...
one of the staff let me know
an ambulance was on the way.

I take it all in,
just blessed to be a part
of God's love in action
and the expression of His heart.

Cindy Evans is a published poet living in the greater Atlanta area. She enjoys writing, serving at the local hospice, Ferris wheels and date nights with her husband.