I wrote this at the end of the workday. Actually it wrote itself, spilling out of me to share with my co-workers this Christmas season.
Frontline Life
Out in the field
Our days are filled
By heart sore people stories
Soaked in sorrow
Choked in breath catch pain
Eased with salving comfort
Connecting, Expressing, Listening, Experiencing
While learning about other's life tapestries.
Out in the field
Our hands are tied
By harsh restrictive rules
Dashed with frustration
Lifted by fresh ideas
Lightened with hope
Exploring, Wondering, Questioning, Reframing
While learning from other's life tapestries.
Out in the field
Our hearts are opened
By raw needful requests
Burdened in crisis
Singed by immediacy
Touched by compassion
Imploring, Reacting, Solving, Giving
While learning about our own life tapestry.
Out in the field
Our lives are enhanced
By real life drama
Spoken from poverty
Woven with story threads
Shaded in people hues
Interacting, Disclosing, Listening Loving
While creating our personal tapestries.
This is why we live the frontlines. It's what matters. The gathering of and learning from the story threads, woven into our own fabric........a gift from the human beings who have shared them with us. Our lives are far more richer because of these gifts.
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