If I Could Be Heard

by Gregory Battle

If I could be rich
Then let me be rich in grace;
Sure money could buy me a castle,
Yet what I wish to own
Is in a higher place...
If I could be a bird
Then in a nest of stars let me perch
Because when I soar into the heavens
I feel closer to the True Love
Ever for Whom I search!
If I could be a whisper,
Then let each wisp of it be a dare;
For the courage of champions
Looms over like a mountain
And booms from fervent rumbles of humble prayer! 
If I could be gallant
Then let the canvas of my soul be a sail.
Upon increasing tides of my emotions
Let love splash and glide along me like a whale!
If I could be heard,
Oh let it be at the tip of a poet's pen;
For in the colors of imagination
All my hopes are tinged;
And in the fiery prose of passions
My reckless scars are singed. 

If I Could Be Heard by Gregory Battle

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