Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Life Calls?

Life calls?

The wind is whispering today

Brushing my ear lightly while softly caressing my hair

With sweet endearing?

Soft entreats?

To come


To go

Where I do not know

And I don’t have time to listen

I am called to regular life

And duty

To things that fill our days

Instead of whispering touches upon the ear.

That tell us we are more than what fills our days.

(sgchris Oct. 2009)

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