What Beckons

What Beckons

...is calling you forth.

This morning I sit
in my tiny log cabin
somewhere next to I-70
in Southern Illinois.

I can hear the trucks
barreling down the wet asphalt
already late to St. Louis.

I also hear birds in their nests
chirping breakfast orders
to other birds flitting about.

Outside it's drizzling,
cool but not cold.
Inside I make tea
to warm and to wake.

I think I'll sit and wait
for the hour to call me forth,
as I count all the spiders
and begin to plan my day.

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When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
~ Khalil Gibran