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In whose name

could I ask her

to sit still and listen

when the resplendence

of life, of joy, of music,

was dancing through her being?

Whose very presence

was effervescent Spirit, Soul,

whose love of life

was overflowing?

No, we would listen

together, with the inspiration

of that very bounce,

to show, not tell

what goodness is,

to live, not talk of, truth.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 18, 2017