CALLING

By Brant W. Fowler

Today I sit

Outside alone,

Pondering, Wondering…

Is there a reason

Outside of one

Solitary, confusing…?

And is there hope

For more than just…?

I can’t help but think…

And then it’s gone.

“Purpose”, they say…

Is it too late?

Or am I just prolonging the inevitable?

I am, I am…

Too many thoughts running through my mind.

Am I this, or am I that…?

When will it all end?

When will I wake up…?

It hit me!

I am awake!

To wonder is to consider.

To consider is to possibly do.

It’s up to me; it’s my choice.

What will I do?

What would He do?

Ah, yes.  He would.

I am; I will; I do.