THE CALL

When I was a spirit, not of this world;

Basking in the Creator's glory, 

I heard a call through  rivers

Drowning the roaring waves of the sea 

Loud, unrelenting, stubborn

I had to answer, I had to know

A step towards the call,

I fell into a pool, of blood and mass

A woman's womb

Slimy and claustrophobic 

The clangor persisted, 

In the tiny enclosure

The fall made me weak, 

I had to recover, 

9 months, I planned my escape

Eagerly wanting to reach this unceasing call 

The day came

And I kicked, slowly, 

Then hard, till the waters broke 

Struggling out, 

Meeting smiling faces, 

I cried in disappointment, 

Haven't I arrived?... No

This was just the beginning, 

Of a new life, 

The birth of a child. 

I still hear the call, 

In the corners of life, 

Reminding me of my place at the Creators',

The call is never silent, 

Just in mute, waiting to be amused

Grandfather answered this call, 

Father answered today, 

One day, son, I shall answer it too,

Readiness is key in picking up the call, 

A call to life, 

A call for a story, 

A call to death, 

A call to glory.