To Thine Own Flame Be True
There is a place in all our breasts
where we hold our truest treasures.
Our love for ourselves and for all of our kind
and the virtues by which we are measured.
We begin with the grain that continuously binds
We end with the wheat of our harvest.
We remember our sisters who emblazon our path;
whose flames burn throughout the forest.
Symbolic sisters envisioning their dreams.
Each striding forth from disparate abodes.
Each singing bravely her own heartsong.
Each stepping onto the grand road.
From each separate singing,
a separate choir petitioned.
Some sang for freedom from fear and oppression.
Some sang for equal conditions.
In each of their hearts no matter the verse,
a flame gleamed glorious in hue
Its light on the land diminished the dark.
The dream of the women stood true.
That their brothers and sisters,
their dissidents and their esteemed
might mingle touching shoulder to shoulder
and together walk into the stream.
Today we stand to remember our sisters
and the honor which to us they have given.
We see the stars, the trails they have blazed
the strength that flows from their light.
We continue to sing the dissonant songs
Some want to be equal - some want to be free.
We continue toward the great promised state
We continue to carry the vision.
We continue to stride toward justice and peace
infusing the whole world with our mission.
We carry the torch in our common cache
Flaming brilliantly blue on the path.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem