-- Yearning --

­­John Herlihy

Sometimes I find myself yearning,

Yearning for something, yearning for more.

There, deep in my heart, something burning,

Something beyond myself, something to adore.

Yearning to escape, to breathe deep and free,

Not just to hope, but to make hope come true .

Yearning to listen to silence, the invisible to see,

Not just to dream, but to see the dream through.

Already I see so much to have within my reach,

To be conscious, to desire, to love, and to know.

To a greater power, there in the distance to beseech,

To escape my limitations, into the unknown to grow.

I feel intensely the magic, the questions, the mystery,

Discontented at a standstill, always yearning for more.

Yearning extended. as rays from a sun, my solitary plea,

Yearning a steady flame in a heart willing to implore.

Not yearning for a distant future that may never come,

Yearning for some distant future that has already begun.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Sunday 6 December 2020