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)