As a hospice chaplain
I find that I just love the people and families to whom I tend.
And catch myself getting attached.
So when my patients do make that final journey “home,”
It is then that I realize
How connected to them I’ve become;
And although I know one day I’ll see them again on the other side,
Sometimes I catch myself crying at their funeral or memorial service
Because I’ll miss our connectedness.
I’ll miss holding their hand,
Singing to them and with them,
Praying with them and for them,
And with every hand held
And every tear shed
I thank God
To have had the opportunity
To get to know them
And establish that connection
Such a gift
Such a blessing
To another soul
Thank you, God,
For every connection.