What makes someone significant?
And how may I judge For goodness is not born or instinctive
Nor is it learned in disappointment
It comes without announcement
Though you do not ever sense it
But you possess it in abundance
Even if you do not know it
Excellence is the aura of your soul
It sifts teardrops into sunbeams
Walks gently beside me at dusk
Holds my hand through the winter
Weeps in joy at shooting stars
And more important than all this
Has never understood why