I wrote in my devotional on Psalm 103 about my work as a chaplain and how it informs my understanding of how God’s presence helps people rediscover life as a phoenix rising from the ashes. I thought it would be appropriate to share a poem I wrote early into my career as a chaplain which reflects some of this experience.
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.