Life calls?
The wind is whispering today
Brushing my ear lightly while softly caressing my hair
With sweet endearing?
Soft entreats?
To come
Somewhere?
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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