There Is In Each of Us A Longing

There is in each of us a longing

to be seen

to be heard

to be touched

to love

to be loved.

There is in each of us a longing

to feel full,

to look out upon the

world in the new morning

and to be filled with the

fragrance of fresh grass,

the perfection of a flower

covered with drops of dew

the look of love in another’s eyes.

There is in each of us a longing

to belong

to be inside that circle of life,

turning on its axis

sometimes to the pinnacle of happiness,

sometimes to the depths of despair,

to be within, encircled, enfolded,

a part of every season and every being.

There is in each of us a longing

to create,

to conceive within us the tiny seed,

at first a speck of heart,

then ever growing, ever treasured,

until one day it will out

and the creation flies beyond

ourselves and takes on the

contours and visions of its own

new, separate life.