Have you heard the call?
It comes from within
where sound meets soul
and soul is made sound.
it can be faint or it can be
Strong;
soon over
yet sometimes too long.
Violently silent, momentarily permanent: spiritual.
It provokes one
not to choke on
the bones of
dead men—indoors alone.
If answered:
with peace to ease all stresses
the call rewards and blesses.
If ignored:
dead men stay dead
and dry is their deathbed.
The call awaits, but not forever.
Answer this day, wait not for another.
Open the door, and put on your shoes.
Step into the wild, you’ve nothing to lose.
This poem is a part of a collection I'm starting titled "A Walk in the Woods." The collection is a series of poems that focus on what one experiences during an 'average' walk in a forest or woods. I have several themes I'll be trying to work into each of the poems and a general one I'd like to carry through, but I'm not sure as of yet the full details of the collection. As you likely gathered, this poem has a spiritual theme to it, one of the broader themes I would like to continue within the collection.
The majority of the poems I'll be posting within the following month(s) will likely be a part of this collection. However, I may take breaks here and there when I feel I need to work on a piece longer or feel the inspiration for a separate piece. #awalkinthewoods
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