She Heard The Call
A dull ache, caught between her heart and consciousness
Expanding into pain so deep, so intense for which she found no cure
Each sweet, sharp chasm exploding to cause her heart to be cracked open
She could not help but hear the call,
A call not everyone could hear
It's pitch a secret sound.
Yet it's voice resounding round the globe
Each call a sister found.
It's call like angels whispering
Into her very core.
An elixir most profound, enticing
All those whose lives are called.
No borders separate the vein
Of gold within the land.
For these sisters accept that they are one
Joined together they hold hands.
At first the call misunderstood
A great unknowing tone.
Of indistinct discontent
Seeks refuge in each bone.
But once the call is recognised
As something so much more.
Than anything as personal
As possessions we adore.
A call for peace, of leaders clear
On how life is meant to be.
Where wealth and health are
Uppermost for all, equality.
The call to rise, the call to share
The vision the call sends.
To those whose hearts are yet to hear
That very special sound.
It's time - Now understood and felt
The passion it infuses.
To begin to sow a love so great
Kindness, compassion grows.
So if you hear the call, rise up
Take heed and listen true.
For this is the call of love in you
To give to paradigm new.
If this poem found you at the right moment, She Is Healing — the first poetry collection on The Path — may be calling you. It was written for women who are finding their way back to themselves.
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