The opposite of me once said,
Who would want to go into that room
where someone, especially someone I love,
lays dying? Send someone else instead,
someone who cannot feel. The best healers
are those without empathy, those who cannot see
who will not feel
But I rush into those rooms
headlong and headstrong
to sing to the dying songs of love and joy
to put rainbows in their dreams and paradise in their sight
to connect them to the truth
of the universe’s faithful love even
through transition beyond.
We must be opposites, because I live
where you cannot bear to stand.