To Live and Breathe

To Live and Breathe ———- ———————————- For time, again, I dive into the Arts: Colors my joy, Lines my breath, Words to tour feelings, and these Pens and pastels are My instruments to Draw upon the music Of my solace… Or, my thrill Of translating The scenes I see. Where The Peace of God May be All… Surrounding… Creating… Stroke by stroke I could know Heart arias, Symphonic pirouettes, Poetic murals, and Embroidered souls With gold leaf Embellishment. In perfect pitch The choir commences, Sounding What cannot be simply Spoken - only sung— Birds, humanity’s First music Teachers, fly upon The tuning winds! ———————————————— (c) sally young Eslinger 9/21 Glory to God!