The Calling

Written by: Terrell Martin

It’s taken many years of falling To finally recognize my calling: Through miles and miles of endless seeking All the while truth kept retreating. Just out of reach, fading from sight Like dew in the morning At the break of light… Rising imperceptibly, tangibly unreal, It’s taken years of toil and tears For my calling to reveal. Itself, in a many splendored way like Butterflies from moths… Beauty is as beauty does Without counting what it’s lost. Down in the tunnel of yesterdays Countless minutes, hours, years... Hearing the call, after all Is music to my mortal ears. That came it seems as love in dreams Without warning or affair: The calling was like falling Freely through thin air. Until I hit reality and summer struck me cold: It’s been a long, long lonely winter And I’m no longer feeling old.