Originally published 03-21-19
This week, I feel like I have received some personal revelation that I need to put forth more effort to coming to know my Savior. One of the things I decided to do is update this blog with a new, spiritual poem every day for a week. I hope this will help me to focus on Christ more this week, as well as to get some more poems on my blog for others to read and enjoy as well.
This poem is based off a comment my dad made once, and an experience I had in Ukraine with a sweet old lady.
The Economics of Happiness
I walked through her bare cement hallway
into her one furnished room.
Breathing through my mouth,
I saw the mostly-intact bookshelves
that held clothes
and a small framed picture of Jesus.
Bent almost square,
she shuffled
deliberately
to the couch
(that was also her bed)
and lowered herself down.
We sat on small stools,
ignoring cockroaches,
and we just listened to her.
I looked at her failing eyes.
she smiled
a smile I’ve rarely seen
in real houses.
