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Mariposa Lily

Mariposa Lily

February 13, 2013

Toward this Tremulous Obedience



To a daughter he said,
                                Sing.
She said,
I have no time.
He said—             Sing.
She said,              I have no notes.
He said—             Sing.
She said,              My voice is weak.
He said—             Sing.
She whispered,
                Father, they will not hear.
And he answered—
                Sing.
— And, Lord, they will not like the song.
— My child, sing.
                                                And she sang,
                                                And few heard,
                                                And the world was in need of her song.
To a son he said,