The Call

Not Damascus road but the burning bush Or where the ships for Tarshish dock Find me swaddled in the bulrush deep With neither rod nor sight I shall hide Only where you cleft your side for me And as your witness pursue hell's Herod Beyond my brimming wilderness, for I To your service pledge my life in praise

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Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 2/2/2012 7:00:00 AM

I have truly enjoyed reading your poetry you have posted here at PoetrySoup. You are a very special poet and I wish you the best in your life and with your poetry. Two thumbs up to you L'nass. Love and best wishes always, Carol

Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 12/23/2010 8:45:00 AM

You're such a wonderfully profound writer, L'nass. I do believe you've a calling that should be taken up. Thank you for sharing!! Love, Mikki

Wilma Neels

Date: 11/26/2010 12:38:00 PM

Awesome L'nass to embrace the calling.. Hope your week has been a good one ;-)

Joy Wellington

Date: 11/21/2010 7:40:00 PM

Your last line sort of made me look at the whole poem again, I could see that this is one who sees himself as called, set apart so-to-speak, for the service of God.

Joy Wellington

Date: 11/21/2010 7:35:00 PM

"With neither rod nor sight I shall hide, only where you cleft your side for me". Thats all the Master ask us to do. To hide ourselves in that cleft, that place that is an hiding place just for us, from the many wiles and snares of the devil. Blessings, Joy (Jew)