We have recently returned from a trip to Florida to celebrate my only remaining Aunt’s ninetieth birthday. It was a festive occasion in which she danced and laughed exuberantly. Her memory honeycombed with dementia, she smiled and said to me, “I don’t know why we’re all together, but I’m having a wonderful time!” Would that we all could shout this existential theology! For the occasion, I composed this poem, which I wanted to share with you.