
Since my body had been
soaked in kindness,
it had no voice to complain —
it wanted to stay there
in the memory and present fact
of kindness,
where it confessed
it was eager to learn,
eager to do anything I might ask
It was willing to abandon
any tales of injury or weakness
and just stay there in the aura
the kindness had bestowed
When it next moved
it was a different body
than the one I had walked in before.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 19, 2020