Her clothes were nice
Outside, she looked good
But inside, she ached
No one knew, or ever would
She sought out help
In all the wrong places
Everywhere that she turned
She saw judgmental faces
Then she went driving,
Took a trip to the mall
But a new pair of shoes
Didn't help her at all
Then she saw a sign
The way of life, it claimed
She didn't know what that meant
Or to what it aimed
She opened the door
Was greeted with a 'Welcome' and smile
'Perhaps I'll stay, ' she thought
'At least for a short while.'
She browsed the gifts,
Picked up a nice book
A voice said, 'Can I help you? '
'No, thanks; I'll just look.'
She saw them at the front
In a circle, they stood
'Like to join us in prayer? '
'I would if I could.'
So they gathered around her
In prayer, lifted her up
They didn't know how much
They just filled up her cup
She left in peace
She felt different that day
Who knew that a bookstore
Could change her life that way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem