The Entering

This is a touching poem that a support worker gave me. I don't want to comment on it in any way until you're read it, and I'm also not sure I have the copyright for it and I don't have the author name, but I hope I don't get sued for sharing!

The Entering

We enter their lives, their homes.

A time of such turmoil and sadness

and we witness to the most remarkable

people that ever were.

We enter their homes, their lives

and marvel and wonder at what we see

and are touched by their courage

and their willingness to share.

We enter their lives, their homes,

hoping to make a difference in the time that is left.

Yet knowing all the time that in reality,

they will make such a difference in our lives,

that we will never be the same.

We enter their homes, their lives,

and try to imagine how it would be

if things were reversed and we would be

opening up our lives to complete strangers

on a journey that we did not choose to take.

The entering... a reverent time when we offer

ourselves and when we connect. We are saddened

but also privileged and somewhat in awe

that we are permitted to witness

the human spirit at its fullest.