The Souls Longing Wish To Write Its Poetry

** The Soul’s Longing Wish to Write Its poetry ** The poems sleep Together in a wreath of curled words, Poised awaiting, allied, all set to affect Their impact Summoned From the depths of a restless wish to speak; Like a lay of Ring-Tailed-Lemurs — A span of fur in their dreams — Jostled about, awakening With whiskers and ear-tips twitching — Like poems — nudged By a distant alerting Call to move from their deep well-springs On to heaven’s higher ground. The lemurs lift their heads: The alarmed pounding — Of their beating hearts altogether — Reverberates — carried far By breeze flowing air Beyond their lair — Thus Ready to spring up — Ready to sniff and dash! Ready to leap. One by one they run To skatter, skittering Out from a cherished hiding Into light Along paths poems may take Into opening spaces Of a new dawn’s graces — Urging by calls to advance Into knowing, letting The Soul also speak Faith’s intoned lines… To lead a motion through discoveries Before a third struggle To surfaceo Before drowning Dissolves the reaching words into howling ~ And Startling every tree’s sleeping leaves To jitter and blink With a-quivering question ~ What voice here surges To create such sincere lyrics From within our penning poets, Hearing the aches of humanity’s advancing? But, ‘tis not our poet’s heart that sings! Neither is it the mind nor memories ~ ‘Tis the soul itself sending poetry, Wanting its Voice to be written; Hoping to be known; True to its glorious source — Creator of All, including The Word — So…do…learn…listen…transcribe… As the Soul’s Voice alive, Alive, indeed, Clearing the bounds of a forest — Ready to thrive. ——————————————————————————— Contest, the Soul’s Wish List, Unseeking Seeker (c) sally young eslinger 12/26/2022 Thanks be to God…