Call Me

The call came early morning,
As it so often does.
A gentle breeze,
The only movement,
As the birds awaken.

The base of the Sierra Nevada,
In Amador County,
California,
Where I lean into
The pulses of the day.

Mother Nature leads
The daily
Call and response.
In her Cathedral
Hewn of pines and oaks.

I sit with open heart,
Waiting to hear the
Call meant for me.
I am here.
Here I am,
I am here.




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