Creative Being

Being creative, makes a point to living,
For without someone to love it’s my only way of giving.

I have no child to nurture but still hope that to fulfill,
Whether this can happen now is only in God’s will.

True friends are found very few and far,
In present solitude only in my thoughts, they are.

My soul yearns for a closeness hard to find,
My body aches to be held but so too does my mind.

Distant hopes held for that horizon in view,
Just dreams and imagination to get me through.

For now just being creative in whatever way I can,
For this seems to be the choice of God’s timely plan.

Essence 10/07/2014

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