If You Can Live

January 13th, 2019

If you can hold the hand of the dying,
And watch their eyes lose their fire which fades to frost, And if you can love knowing it ends in loss,
And love nonetheless,
And if you can walk the cliff path without fear,
Knowing that death is but a door,
And if you can sit in the silence,
And admire the sound of the spirits,
And if you can eat with your enemies,
And hold them in your home,
And if you can forgive your foes,
And face your faulted friends,
And sit in the moonlit ocean surf,
Just to feel the heartbeat of the damp earth,
Then your existence needs no qualification,
And your poem needs no conclusion,
For you can live your life without reserve, without regret.