A Hospice Volunteer

I came to Hospice such a short time ago
With intent to serve and perhaps to grow
I feared not death, I had seen its face
But it seemed that everything was not quite in place

To make new friends, good people too
To offer something from the heart is true
And a common bond we seemed to share
All of us knew that foe despair

To offer understanding, love and grace
We first have to go into that special place
That special place within us all
The place from where we heard the call
The call to care, to love, to serve
I got far more than I did deserve
I learned to listen to those that grieve
But then I started to perceive
That my journey had just begun
And I was a long, long way from being one
One with myself

My grief was there, as I had learned to stuff
My body knew and said enough
I had to learn to shed a tear
To really value myself as dear
How really does one become
Free, complete or is it whole
My Lord, what a tremendous goal
I knew not how this could be done

So I have watched, my friends that care
And what I have learned is that they share
And of more importance,
They allow others to share
To share not just their grief, but their story
And therein lies the glory
For that makes them real
And it lets others know how they feel
The hurt, the pain, the joy, the love
Thereby the Hospice symbol of the Dove

And as I learned how to share,
My Hospice buddies all are there
With love, support and friendship true
The worlds best friends and Hospice too

So Theresa, Karen and Curtis too
To Mickey, Nacina and all of you
My special friends, I love you all

I indeed feel blessed to have received the call
The call to Hospice
The call to share

And as I learn, the way is clear
To share my story with one so dear
One day soon, when I am asked, how are you
I shall answer clear
I am well, because I am a
Hospice Volunteer.