The Call

I cannot fashion my own sunlight

I cannot grasp the wind with my hands

or hold the finger of my shadow

But light beams carry God,

the sky cradles God, and the trees bend for God.

I cannot feel the moon move the tide

I cannot see the thunder

But the skies cry for God, the ground thirsts for God,

and the waves break for God.

I cannot trace the lines in God's palm with my fingers

I cannot feel the gates of Heaven

But God's love is my life, God's will is that I live it,

and I am the Call of God.