Tunis- Is it late now? To wake up and clean one’s heart from old and new feelings of defeat, to look back one last time at your past and see what could have been done but never done and what way could have been taken but not taken.
Is it late now? To wipe away a few tears and smile and open your own book of life, read an old page and write a new one.
Is it late now? To listen to the truth of time and tell it to the pain of place.
Is it late now? To hone a sword of light against the swords of darkness.
Is it late now? To hate hatred and forgive love for being blind and help it grow in the secret garden of the mind.
Is late now? To meet the pale faces you meet with a promise of healing without a word of promise and work hard to find the way out without fear of loss.
Is it late now? To perfume the soil of earth with seeds of heaven, seeds of eternal life, seeds of dreams waiting to grow, to sprout, to bloom, to thrive, to come true.
Is late now?
