This poem could also be called, “While Sitting in the Break Room for Nursing Home Staff.” I am a volunteer chaplain at a nursing home and a Christian who has met many new “friends” of late; and, not unimportantly, takes seriously the words of First Corinthians 1:18: For the word of the cross is folly to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.
