"The Call"

I have found myself aswim
—nay, rather say adrift—
in a stream of words
that has at source
the glory of dawn's first day
when God above parted lips
and dared to say

"Let there be"

I find in my company
those whose hands burned with cramps
and whose tongues, silvered by the Muse,
wagged and flapped light into men's lamps

I find myself inspired
to join the fray
and heed the gilded call,
providing truth thro' it all

No longer shall I await
Insp'ration's sweet embrace
I will tear from the air
the very tools I need
to sow the Sower's seed

World, beware!
Just as God once did,
so I dare

So I dare

My pen is loosed
Upon the hearts
of women, men, and childeren
I shall not stop
'til ink's last drop
or fleeting breath retire