can you feel the longing
tugging at your heart
whispers of nostalgia
as if a memory of something well known
very long ago
swept in on the spring breeze
there's fresh life
somehow breathed into its very air
it tugs at your tendrils
and plays cool on warm cheeks
murmuring an invitation in hushed tones
He's calling you
in the crackling dry leaves He sings a sonnet
with the very wind He caresses your cheek
and it comes creeping back
peaceful and still as the evening air
then building and rushing like the mounting breeze
until it fills your lungs
your being
your essence
spilling in glorious light from your eyes
laughing in quiet cheerfulness from your lips
dancing its way down once icy fingers
spilling sunshine of hope on once blank page
He's calling
and it stirs inside
a fire of hope and passion and longing and dreams
more than what you've ever desired
awakens unfettered
and spreads its wings as if to soar
fearful that this will pass
that tomorrow the beckoning won't come
once again drab will sink its ugly claws
deeper still into a polluted soul
so jump and soar while the chance is here
and fail not
and fall not
sink no more to rise
dare not to hope this may endure
but He's calling
to your surprise He has been all along
maybe it was only the taste of spring
that awakened your heart to listen
and it is constant
He's calling if we listen
every time its akin to spring
fresh and poignant in its zest
boring deep into our souls
igniting flames
if we open ourselves to it
stand arms akimbo and let it rush over us
bare our hearts and allow it to consume us
borne thus on the wings of a spring time breeze
He's calling
Isaiah 35:3-10
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