Can you save it in a poem,
as you free the words out loud
Can you write it as a picture,
softly drifting to the clouds
Can you fill the lines with music,
as the verse begins to score
Can you leave a troubled listener,
feeling better—wanting more
Can you deem the time now timeless,
with your message in the wind
Can you find yourself once breathless,
as your ending then begins
Can you defend the sacred question,
for those who came before
Can that poem with its gentle hand,
—release the lions roar
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)