I can be with people others say they can’t,
those facing disease,
those who are dying
and those left behind,
lost in their loss.
I can be with people who are in prison
and those imprisoned by fear and shame.
I can be with those who live at the margins of society
because of disability or addiction or poverty,
those many others try to avoid
or may not even notice.
And I can be with people who do not speak my language
or understand my customs,
those who have left behind all that is familiar to start a new life,
struggling to gain a foothold.
I can also be with those
who have great financial wealth,
and see beyond their trappings to notice a
spiritual poverty so profound
they risk being smothered by their possessions.
I am not always comfortable
with the vulnerability I see
and saddened by the suffering, and yet
I can be
Why is it I have spent my life being with people
who are seeking to be seen and heard and accepted and loved?
Maybe God whispered in my ear when I was still a child,
“I love them all.”