bobdubbloon

What Calls My Name?

07:01:12 09 Jan, 2025

What is it that calls my name, In voice of tempered steel, Bidding me rise once more To joy and hope and life? What stirs within my secret depths, - delicate and tentative— (Like fairies in the soft dawn light, Arising, waiflike, on the breeze,) While all around my fragile world, Blithe miracles take flight. I float through dreams of Wonderland, As light as mist, yet dark. My toes brush droplets, cold as ice, That burn my tender yearning flesh. And yet my soul sings, bright, alive, As all God's angels dance, - so light - Upon the dawn of toil: The cold, hard day, The grey, dank morn, The bleak and dismal now.