Benevolent Mystery
they say wherever you go
your footsteps draw light
leave glowing pools behind
your footsteps draw light
leave glowing pools behind
that your breath lifts and holds
the weakest hummingbirds
in their last migrating miles
wherever you go
the people stop shouting
and begin to sing
old men worked to breaking
in mines take up charcoal and scrawl
prescient verses on city walls
everyone becomes kind
tending the sick and lonely
wherever you go
you teach them that
wherever you go
there you are
