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