Can you be distracted by the critic
or the public acclaim
Can you see through the fire
and renew all that’s burnt
Can you look past the signposts
and those messages now fixed
Can your soul stay undamaged
as the world tempts your heart
Can you run through other voices
with yours still unspoken
Can you make it to tomorrow
without ever leaving today
Can you give love to those hateful
with all vengeance recalled
Can you carry your grandfather’s words
into the land of the unborn
Can you hang up your spear
far beyond the enemy camp
Can you live to see the beginning
and the end die at last
Can you start over again
in a voice not bartered or loaned
Can you listen through the
smoke and ash,
- -and hear a melody unsung
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2015)
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