How wonderful,
I speak of the soul
and seven people rise from their chairs
and leave the room.
Seven others lean forward to listen.
I speak of the body,
the spirit,
the mockingbird,
the hollyhock,
leaves opening in the rain,
music,
faith,
angels seen at dusk,
and seven more people leave the room
and are seen running down the road.
Seven more stay where they are
but make murmurous disruptive sounds.
Another seven
hang their heads feigning disinterest
though their hearts are open,
their hope is high
that they will hear the word
even again.