RH
A note from Dr. Hendrix
This poem wrestles with a hard idea I cannot shake — that none of us is really greater or happier than the most suffering among us, the way a father is no happier than his unhappiest child. I wrote it because it forces the question of where joy could possibly come from, and my answer, in the end, is that it must be a gift of the will.
— Dr. Roger Hendrix · We share these stories so you can know the family behind GreenTeaHP.
Doesn’t it make sense?
We are no greater
than the most impoverished,
brutalized, and
exploited among us?
A father of five said,
I am no happier
than my unhappiest child.
Doesn’t it make sense?
The decent person’s life
Is no greater or happier
than the one who suffers
the most?
Where then is joy?
It would have to be
a gift of the will.
Each of us stands on
the sentinel wall,
peering into
the courtyard of woe.
If we turnaround and
look out beyond
the courtyard,
there is a chance
we may gaze upon
a grander view
of us all.
Why not
take the wall down?
Let the greater
view inspire us all.