My Passion
If but my passion
I could capture in one hand
The power I would wield.
Doubts and fear.
Crushed like granite
under an anvils throw.
If but my passion
Could make this foot move.
I would surely climb the highest peak.
With sureness.
With faith.
Gaze to the valleys in disbelief.
If but my passion.
Were of a rain showers passing.
Then the water that laid bare.
Shall employ the sun.
To grow the peace
of a forest green.
If but my passion
Were the rolling stone.
Then what simple effort.
This life could be.
Never a question
to be misunderstood.
Copyright © Greg Clark | Year Posted 2020
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