I Shall
I Shall *** ————————
As I pass, I shall pause to live
The poem apart fromthe paper,
Not writing,
But floating…I shall linger
Bowing to whisper to violets, to
Inhale their royal purple hues
In their expansions of blooming.
Then, I shall lean to listen over
Those petals, spy their
Delicate, golden, stigmata centers
And inhale the fuzzy,
Dusty pollen, to dream of my own
Blossoming in dusk-falling deft blue
Air, swirling with minute diamond-
Lights as either I rise or heaven falls
Briefly
To grace a splendor-knowing of
Love to love,
Heart to heart,
Soul to soul.
I hear my spoken poem:
“Alleluia! I choose, yes,
To live like the sweet
Violets, a one among the All;
Endeared above, with beauty below;
Translating agonies;
Choreographing smiles
As I go…
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(c) sally young Eslinger 11/2021
Thanks be to God
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