There is no part of me
that doesn’t hear
the voice that speaks my name
There is no part of me
that doesn’t answer,
grateful in remembrance,
glad to be reminded
of how I am so intimately known
My tongue prepares
gold tribute in my mouth,
my arms reach out
to hasten the embrace,
my thought body swoops
across the field in joy,
my heart body stays close,
following my breath
Amid the many clamoring voices —
dragon’s breath roar, swift dismissal —
this voice rings so clear
it claims my full attention,
these are the words
I’m happy to repeat.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 3, 2020
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