At the sacrament meeting I went to this week, a missionary spoke about ministering, and he said “the difference between a lost soul and a found one could be a text or a call. You never know.” I decided to expand that idea into this poem.
The difference between a lost soul
And a found one
Could be a text hello, prompted by the spirit
To a man lonelier than anybody knows.
The difference between a wandering soul
And a purposeful one
Could be a call out of the blue
To a woman struggling not to cry.
The difference between a lonely soul
And a belonging one
Could be an invitation to catch up
With an old friend.
The difference between an aimless soul
And a devoted one
Could be a sincere “hello”
To someone who doesn’t know they’re noticed.
The difference between a stranger
And a friend you never knew you missed
Could be a simple smile
To someone without enough smiles in their life.