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Nov 2011
The Calling

Numberless voices are everywhere but those that are calling there sound is rich and thick with telling
They travel farther distances they are as arrows shot from a heart agitated possessed and driven by
Anxiety they are not casual but come with bleeding in them they are relentless frantic they will not be
Denied their words are almost spelled out heavy deliberate they build on themselves they are timeless
Sadly the one being called will pass from earthy view then mercifully dreams will draw them to you in
Darkness from this encounter you draw comfort from these soft images a flutter of dove wings stir and
You still your voice from its calling punctuated with progression of tears so onward the calling searches
The waste places or the finest streets in cites of renown it cuts like a keen sharp sword indifference falls
In heaps before its powerful force the called doesn’t always hear the actual voice but there is an
Unknown troubling a quiet discontent that pervades the quiet hours the distance or time is never
Considered it’s the nature of trying to warn the mind that can’t know the danger who would life is at its
Best you won many struggles you stand at the top of the heap but in victory sometimes the most carless
Acts emerge they threaten all you have achieved the warning signs are missed the calling rises higher
It must reach even the heights that you feel are impregnable never knowing you are in quick sand traps
Designed perfectly for you the scale would tip to total disaster but the calling weighs a constant
Pressure keeping the scale level the world keeps adding material gain but love is the greatest asset it
Never finishes second it comes in all forms it has armor the sword already mentioned and wisdom that
Doesn’t bow to foolish surmising you are the object of desire that has no end or beginning just a
Constant it was with you at birth it never leaves sometimes it is forced to plead it finds no shame in this
You’re worth more than the world what is going to end such longing trust and care only when you visit
Only in dreams
Written by
Hal Loyd Denton  Pana Ill
(Pana Ill)   
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