We are naught but a breath, we are but shadows here.
We wait for the signal, we pitch tents and build altars.
And when the divine speaks, the mountains stop to listen
Beneath that star-strewn night, we hear the words over and over again
Throughout the ages, it speaks, 'Go, and be blessed.'
So we walk, we move towards a goal that whispers rather than shouts.
All the while listening, waiting, following.
'And where will you go?' they ask,
'Towards life. Always towards life' she said, as she turned towards Him.
And He calls out to each of his chosen,
Waiting for the one who will step forwards.
The one who declares, 'I will.'
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