Dusty beams in a used-up hall
Old paint chips as the echoes fall
You sweep corners that the years forgot
Stitching warmth in a weathered spot
Lone chairs wait for the wandering feet
Blankets fold where the timid meet
Every guest finds a quiet breath
Saved from sorrow or looming death
Walls revive through the care you lend
Rooms remember how lives can mend
Happiness blooms in the humble welter—
Peace returns where love becomes a shelter