The following poem captures the essence of hospice and home care so beautifully.

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 we 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 are entering their homes, their lives

And try to imagine how things would be if life were reversed

And we would be opening up our lives to complete strangers

On a journey we did not choose to take.

The entering – A reverent time

When we offer ourselves and we connect

When we are saddened but also privileged and somewhat

In awe; that we are permitted to witness the human spirit at its finest.

~Anon

 “What if we could offer our work as a gift so lightly, and with so much love, that that’s really the source of fearlessness? We don’t need it to be accepted in any one way. We don’t need it to create any certain outcome. We don’t need it to be any one thing. It is in the way we offer it, that the work transforms us. It is in the way we offer our work as a gift to those we love, to those we care about, to the issues we care about. It is in the way we offer the work that we find fearlessness. Beyond hope and fear, I think, is the possibility of love.”  ~Margaret Wheatley

The entering…

Contributed by Liz Sorensen Wessel

Drawing of home by ~liz