I Long For
Allow me to introduce to you my guest writer today, my youngest daughter Alena. She is a young, passionate, God-loving soul, who started to write at a very young age. I was touched in a very special way by her latest piece of writing.
“And I say, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest; yes, I would wander far away; I would lodge in the wilderness;
I would hurry to find a shelter from the raging wind and tempest.”
I long to see the sunshine, a clear sky in its wake.
I long to hear the raindrops fall on a long, still, silver lake.
I long to walk on powdered snow, fresh fallen from the night.
I long to see the ocean; the breeze, oh what delight!
I long to take a peaceful nap in the softest, greenest grass.
Against a bright blue backdrop, the clouds are moving fast.
I long to swim in water, the clearest blue you’ve seen;
It’s cool; it’s so refreshing, as if I’m in a dream.
I long to be a little girl again, my main concern is me.
I long to dance by firelight, I’m smiling, I’m carefree!
I long to hear Adagio echoing off high beamed walls,
Holding in my breath as the crescendo slowly falls.
I long to breathe in roses, a fresh bouquet held in my arms.
A walk in a blooming garden, I smile at its charms.
I long to be a dove, to fly away and be at peace,
To a land where all my problems are suddenly released.
I long to run through meadows: bare feet and a summer dress.
I’m laughing, smiling, my joy I can’t suppress.
I long to go exploring: climb mountains, surf the waves.
I long to be a hero, all the lives that I would save!
I long to just sit still and watch a glorious sunrise,
The picture in my mind I long to memorize.
I long for freedom never-ending.
I long for joy unrelenting.
I long for moments like these:
When my pen writes with ease.
I long for a grateful heart, a heart made of clay
A heart that won’t shatter under pressure I pray.
I long for a life that’s overflowing with love.
I long for a peace that comes from above.
I long to be beautiful, inside and out.
Fill up with joy and then pour it out.
I long for a voice that’ll bring glory to you
I long for strength in everything I’m going through.
I long for the day my faith will increase.
He’ll say, “Long no more child. YOU are my masterpiece!”
- A. G.