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The Magic of Mortality
The golden-haired Child, only three, is
Not subject to this current virus; no, this is not her challenge.
The Girl bears the tell-tale marks of trisomy 21, but
This is not the Child’s challenge.
In fact, the syndrome is no challenge, only her magical expression of
Spirit;
The challenge resides in her bone marrow that could lead to
Leukemia.
Chemotherapy begins.
In her picture,
Lips spread apart, teeth showing beneath the broad
Smile.
Joy! Joy! Joy! in
Life. Exuberance. Sincerity. Trust. Love.
All radiate from those laughing eyes.
Will they be laughing tomorrow after the
Chemotherapy begins?
Disease. Pain. Sorrow. All accompany this existence.
Eyes may not always laugh.
Lips may not always smile.
Heart knows those physical manifestations
May betray spiritual truth — the truth of always holding tight to
Laughs. Smiles. Joy. Magic.
Heart knows. Soul nurtures.
Children know, this golden Girl in the hot pink t-shirt knows, the aquifer of
Joy underlies all and erupts through any fissure of relief to
Giggle, grin, and embrace the magic of Life.
