From Where It Calls
From where it calls I know not where
But know it calls for me
The sound is ought but all around
It draws me ever near
An ancient echo worlds away
Its silent whisper stirs
In darkness, in its darkest hour
It does not go unheard
It beckons in my waking hour
And hovers o'er my sleep
It marks my breathing as I dream
My slumber is its keep
I know not where I know not when
Its call will call for me
But when it does I know I’ll heed
The bell that tolls for me
Copyright © John Oldham | Year Posted 2023
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