The Calling

 

Is there a calling that many must heed

In their way, in their time, in their need

So vast and so varied

And individually married

To the heart of the soul of the seed

 

Is it a crutch for life’s wounded dancers

Carving splints from unprovable answers

Between the hair’s breadth

Of this life and death

Solemn prayer or prose written by chancers

 

Is it a dogma-cloaked marketing tool

To pick the pocket and brain of a fool

With incredulous story

Of hellfire and glory

That wanders far past golden rule

 

The mind fitted with filters for screening

Hoping to garner some semblance of meaning

To come away like a thief

With one working belief

To steady for purging and cleaning

 

Or is it sight through a spiritual lens

On which comfort and hope all depends

Where we find a connection

To our own resurrection

As we hobble toward making amends

 

 

                         s. paul   (Oct. 2020