...To God's Ears

If I could trade my pen for flutes,

the ink would disappear

whose harmony no page beholds,

a rhapsody so clear

If I could trade my thoughts for sound,

an orchestra of one

my heart would fly inside my voice,

the searching all but done

If I could trade my words for notes,

and lettered verse for scores

celestial choirs would sing on high

—in tribute to my Lord

(First Book Of Prayers: December, 2021)