The Call

Counting the days And endless ways To get to you Endless void From this vantage point Looking uphill, afar So far, To get to you Dedication, trepidation Uncertainty so sure Walking to your Ever-loving lure Marching, a beat Orders (not barked) Willing shod slipping feet Crossing land, borders, Foreign street Getting our minds Around marching orders Obstacles, blocks, rocks abound Tumbling down by the trumpet sound Victory, victorious, - More than that – More than over-comers Less tit-for-tat Heeding the call, Stumble and fall, But get up, Get up (just like st. Paul) Forging ahead, Raising the dead Stepping in purpose And purpose in step…