Being Present Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rushing into crowds at times, enjoying the conversations
and diversity of all people that I meet.

Learning personal histories without even asking a single
question, just smiling and saying hello seems to bring
out depths of those who need someone to talk to.

Happy to listen, commenting from time to time, knowing
that their burdens have been lightened some, because I
have spent moments being present to them in their need.