H.E.R.E.

At times I will greet a brother or a sister at the Kingdom Hall and I will ask them how they are. 

and I will ask them how they are.

They look at me with tired eyes and say, I’m H.E.R.E.
This poem is for all of us who are glad that you are H.E.R.E.

The kids were cranky, your husband was late.
The dinner you had ready on time just had to wait.
But you’re H.E.R.E.

A long week in service with ‘I’m not Interested’ and most not at home.
You just like to have some time all alone.
But you’re H.E.R.E.

The job was exhausting , you come home feeling beat.
You keep thinking you have that deadline to meet.
But you’re H.E.R.E.

Your eyesight is failing, you can’t hear all the talk.
Your legs feel feeble , it’s a challenge to walk.
But you’re H.E.R.E.

You’ve faced challenges , you’ve faced trials.
You pushed yourself that last mile.
But you’re H.E.R.E.

So we’re happy you made it , we know it took courage.
You didn’t let the world get you discouraged.
Because when you’re H.E.R.E. at the meetings you’re really
Helping Everyone Remain Encouraged!