The Calling

Where are you call

Where sought in your

Majestic, your grandeur

Your stellar departure.

Where do you sing the

Song of a thousand

Red roses, the scent of a

Cracked river bed.

Where is the home for your

Soul's ripened yearning,

Your salt stained brim, your

Turning and returning.

Will these beats in your

Body grow stronger or

Fade softer, will you stand

Will you sit or lay down.

There's a bright growing light

On the distant horizon, it

Shines bright and waits for

Your slow turn toward it.

Feel the warmth, feel the glory

The blessed, charm filled story

As you sing, as you

Hum, you vibrate.