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)