
The yearning is strong in that one, they said
She always is wishing and striving for what? they shook their head
She thinks too much, she’s too strung up
She just needs to be happy and content and shut up
But she is happy in her way, and she loves to think
She feels like the wind, just whipping along
To whatever new beauty the world has in store
She ponders, then lights, then moves on
The only way to create is feel the push and discontent growing within
Then let it out and enjoy the rush
Of the newness, the freshness, the hope and joy
The yearning soul who longs to see
A bit of heaven on earth, a bit of God that we
All have in our souls to create and to yearn
For something better, something Him, something beautiful.
c2023 Lisa Lyons


