The Long Desires

The Long Desires When I was a teen, I loved ballet... Going to bed with a radio Under my pillow, listening To symphonies, imagining pas de deux; And when I danced my steps For real, even pirouetting Down long store aisles, I’d think, “I will dance ‘til I die.” But, now I am too old to star a ballet. I draw. I paint. I write. I desire. I Ponder, “What do I long to do ‘Til I die?” A short search of my heart Discloses a knowing: I would Plunge into Creativity itself, Meaning God, Then ride a swirl of Joy To nurture circumstances of Love, In his service. I shall make songs of tumbleweeds, Of recollections of all missed embraces... An unending flight Upon a speckled wren. ************************** (c)sally Young-Eslinger 3/2020 Thanks be to God