The name of this poem is "So this is the Call" it has a PG-13 rating. The poem is also not dedicated to anyone, and criticism is allowed.
00:38, February 16, 2015 (UTC)
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So here it be.
This is the scream echoing in my ears.
It rings out so solemnly inside of me.
So resonantly, so painfully that it brings me to tears.
How can I see when my eyes are pouring out?
How can I feel when my soul is empty?
How can I know when I can’t understand the quiet shout?
What do I do when I can’t hear thee?
When I hear that soft whisper, so powerful,
And I turn away from it?
How stubborn is that, that I be like a bull?
How ignorant is it?
How can I ignore such a call as this?
It often reminds me what I should be.
Oh, how it reminds me with a gently push.
Oh, how it tells me not to miss.
Then, when I hear the messenger inside me,
I push Him away, and tell him to shush.
He calls out to me again, and I hear Him clearly.
He tells me the things that I need to escape.
Those things I need to escape from my chains, oh so dearly.
Yes, it’s He who tells me how to cut through the red tape.
How to make it from the puddle, to lake, to ocean.
He tells me how to put all these things in motion.
But do I listen?
Do I hear Him over my fear?
There it comes again, the call that deserves attention.
There it comes again, the call that’s in my ears.
Why can I follow it so clearly now?
Why not before?
He tells me the call is His to send out, and I need not answer now.
He tells me of the chances that I have in store.
When I ask how, He is not withholding.
He tells me the things I am needing.
Explaining them in ways I can relate.