Filled with such a fire to light the world ablaze

Not so much as energy but passion... loads and loads of passion

It used to stream from my fingers and lips like liquid fire

Shooting from my brain and into my organs, through my heart and out my limbs and sensory glands

Bouncing off the walls in my room 

Soaking into my projects and seeping into my friends

It feels like my heart is going to burst.

God, I'm getting older.  I know you've heard my prayer.  I know you hear me.  I trust you.  But, Lord, what am I to do with all this passion?  Am I wasting it?  Is it building up for something better, something more leaning towards your purpose?  Or am I being selfish?

If I were marooned on a desert island, I would set about my days to build and create and develop the land to be livable.  

Well, here I sit in a city of culture and excitement and I waste away of starvation of the soul.  I pray each day for blessings of messages in bottles and of distant ships to shine their lights... but here I am in a city of culture and excitement.  

Am I a selfish, hopeless girl?