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