This is a poem I wrote about my work as a chaplain, during my chaplain residency at UNC hospital. I work as a hospice chaplain now, and was thinking while working today — “this really is my life” about the poem. And I thought “and I love it”.
Hope it makes you smile.
And I ain’t just whistling Dixie!
At night I hear your soft feet dancing
hummingbird wings aflutter beneath
the echoes of footfalls on tile floor,
sharp voices crying out “breathe”,
the snip of scissors cutting cord,
and husky words echoing “its a boy”
I feel your wings overshadowing us
as I sit beside the bed-side
of a brown haired man,
tubed, wired, and worn beyond his years.
Your wings fall firm as a hand
joining mine on shoulders wet with tears
I see you dance O Sister Spirit
a-glitter with florescent hallway lights
twirling like flowers caught in spring wind
swirling in the many-hued patterns shining bright
upon monitors buzzing over patient bed sides
the dances which end where life begins
“Sister Death,” sweet Francis called you,
but I know your true name: Life Angel.