My Calling

I heard a voice, a whisper As I walked towards my home I found there was no other One to talk for I was lone The voice, as loud as thunder Yet as sweet as birds that sing, Must've been heard by Shem's father When he dreamt about drowning I stood there full of wonder As I cried in reverence Felt the weight on my shoulder For the work had started hence My hands could grab the chances Leading to that Perfect Dream This path had made my paces Work as planned. So it would seem!