Calling
Calling
To the I Am
Alone and on my knees
In a valley filled with death's air
His gift: Freedom in an endless expanse
My prison's narrow walls collapsed
I walked in green meadows
Seeing the sun
Calling
Inspired by a prayer from the beautiful "Man's Search for Meaning" by Viktor Frankl.
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