By: Julie Ann Monroe, HUC, CADC,PSC
The morning is dark and cold
The rain has turned to ice
are like a sunrise to me.
Warm coffee and Spanish music for my drive.
The hospital stands above the other buildings as a warybeacon of sorts
it's lights are always on
someone is always home.
I tiptoe across the sidewalk and enter
the quiet warmth
The elevator hums and stops at each floor and
I pause...
Whatever my problems are I am reminded to
bring my heart into this day.
There are visitors and families in huddles as each door opens
for a brief second
I can see the grief on their faces
the worry
the wrinkled clothes from yesterday.
Their lives, like mine are suspended in a state of change.
Still, here in this place, we are all human,
there is no hierarchy for pain
there is no prize for suffering
and there is no status that serves
that is better than the human heart...
and love is the language
that I hope can jump the chasm
my eyes to your eyes quickly
before the door closes again.
Poet and Author Julie Ann Monroe has been working n healthcare for over twenty years. It is my great preasure to have worked with her for the past nine.
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