Sally Eslinger Poet Free verse

A Meaning For Each Day

A MEANING FOR EACH DAY

The long-distance run begins again
From its dawning burst upon
The route of each unique day —
Evolving, exerting, energizing, elating.

The far distances: a crossing from
Vague inspirations to verses, persisting
Like the birds that squawk at treetops,
Wondering how their cousins sweetly sing?

The deepest longings prayerfully
Reach up: 
   thought to motion,
With the blessed guidance to rise 
Out of self: 
   from kernel to cosmos—

Like a Phoenix springing to a marathon
Flight across continents with 
   sea waves mirroring the soar and
Gracing spread wings
With strength for the unfolding search.

Our earth-born lives, bearing 
  our spirt quests may
Bloom into a growing of faith, 
   and to a consequential want
To follow in Christ’s deliberate,
Loving footsteps…Fully perceiving

Others while the run of hours 
   …pauses
To touch the Shepherd…
Learning that starting points and finishing
Lines are neither one beyond us…

By inches or instants,
Wearing our inherited, 
   ancient, wind-lifted capes, our
Every step taken, and hope given teaches:
Meaning is the bed
   of the very paths 
      we choose to walk.

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(C) sally young Eslinger 1/22

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Anitha Jayasankar January 23, 2022 at 9:01 AM A very inspiring beautiful write dear Sally... Hugs... ~ Ani

Kim Rodrigues January 21, 2022 at 9:55 AM From the dawning burst of the long-distance run to vague inspirations and prayer, our earth-born lives bearing our spirit quests, and not to mention the “pauses.” — what a wonderful write, Sally!

Richard Palmer January 17, 2022 at 8:20 AM You got a new fan Sally, your words had me glued to the screen, wonderful write Richard Palmer January 22, 2022 at 6:25 AM soupmail Sally Eslinger January 17, 2022 at 8:46 AM Richard, I am honored and touched by your comment. Thank you, sincerely. I’ve been trying to improve, but am finding that getting better means going deeper…Honestly, I am thankful to Poetry for giving this one to me…. Blessings!

Joseph P. DiMino January 17, 2022 at 7:36 AM Wonderfully inspirational! "Vague inspirations to verses, persisting Like the birds that squawk at treetops, Wondering how their cousins sweetly sing?" Love this! Totally original. It's all good. Joe. Sally Eslinger January 17, 2022 at 8:28 AM Hi, Joe! Thank you for writing to me. Those particular simile/metaphor lines came to the page from the DEEP inner voice! As a delight to me, too. That tells, to me, the challenge of Writing Poetry. Hmmm? I’ve missed you. Hope all well!

Victor Buhagiar January 17, 2022 at 12:13 AM What an inspirational poem you have written here. Very well written. Victor Sally Eslinger January 17, 2022 at 8:54 AM Victor! Hi! You, the poet whose words have prodded me to improve. Dear friend, haha, you can’t begin to guess asi read & write, how often I think: what time is it in Malta? What is the weather there? et etc. hugs dear friend! Thank you!

Gershon Wolf January 16, 2022 at 8:31 PM Gosh, if my life contained this much meaning, I think I'd be as overwhelmed as if I'd been 'tsunamid!' ~ Mr. Mundane. Sally Eslinger January 17, 2022 at 10:58 AM Gershon, so much joy in ‘tsunami-ing you :-) ! Actually, it’s did not flow straight out — only the first line was insistent. It took probably 10 hrs over 2 days of thought-exhausting editing. Plus, I was hesitant to post it as I wasn’t sure folks wanted another Soul Poem from me…but God does, so up it went. :-). P.s. I live in LOTS of pain but primarily very happy with enough to do for another 2 life- Times of art and writing. “I wait upon the Lord” …and laugh a lot. So to go on. These days, I find I am an old lady, & we do tend to go on, more than you wanted to know. I esteem your poetry, Gershon. Prize your comment. Blessing to you!

Connie Marcum Wong January 16, 2022 at 5:33 PM Wow Sally, this poem is absolutely wonderful and inspiring! Each day brings new hope with faith. Blessings xxoo Sally Eslinger January 17, 2022 at 8:19 AM Connie, yes! We can fund or express hope or gloom. The choice is there. Personally, I like to laugh or love. Hugs & Blessings. Thanks for reading and commenting. I so enjoyed reading your poems yesterday.