Did you hear that clarion call?
Was it like a hunter's horn?
Or an eagle at a waterfall?
I know, for I have heard it too
It's more like the calmest hush
And it's not from there but within you
I know the gleam now in your eyes
The wild beat rhythm of your heart
In awe of what you visualise
I know that glowing beacon light
Come take my caring hand
Let's go up bravely flight by flight
In His presence have no fear
You'll know just what to do
Be guided by His hand now near
And as you write sad hearts will mend
Skies be more blue and grass more green
Love that blooms will never end
Pick up your pen now, shining bright
Spread love and fire from your heart
Shout Yes Oh Yes, to His call to write
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Please add the tag "weekly muse" for inclusion of this poem into the group.
My only critique is my own philosophical hesitation to attribute gender to God. It just doesn't feel quite right.
I hope this call to all writers to write with their best feeling, with their most passionate pen, with their faith holding their hand as they reach higher and higher.
This is such a beautiful poem, Fred. Mystical and oh so pure!
I love the lines:
Did you hear that clarion call?
Was it like a hunter's horn?
Or an eagle at a waterfall? and
And as you write sad hearts will mend
Skies be more blue and grass more green
Such assurances, such confidence...wow! And the wide world open as an inspiration, waiting to be explored. Writing will bring joy to anyone after reading this poem.
As one of my favourite poets, praise from you is highly appreciated.
You honour me with your invitation. I've added "weekly muse." Thank you.
Dear Jan. If you had read some of my novel length stories you would know that I'm very pro-feminist. I positively tackle several woman abuse issues.
However, I could not ,as a poet, write a line that includes pronouns like "he/she" or "his/her." Neither can I call God "it." Forgive me
Wow. This issue has nothing to do with my poem and should be tackled in another thread.
In think that EVERYTHING that I've ever written shows that I place women at my level...not above nor below. Let me say it again. Men are more logical and women more intuitive. That makes it a perfect fit.
I've never kept a woman in her place. I would have lost too much.
Every time you comment you bring a smile to my face. Of pleasure.
I take what you say to my heart and it inspires me.
Of course you would understand the "call". I know that you respond this inspiration that comes from somewhere above you.
Ah yes...the excitement and the joy. Isn't that wonderful. Of course, when I'm called I'll respond. Just like you would. Thank you dear Reena
PS Is she coming back tomorrow? Our very dear friend?
Yes Cheryl. I see that you understand God's call perfectly. We know that about you. We know how you respond to God's call. We're so proud of you, dear.
I'm the same, Marge. God inspires me during the night. In the morning I become very impatient to write it all down. Yes, that's the way He works.
I'm not a oner but I do enjoy being alone at times. It's surprising what one discovers at such times.
Thank you John. So glad that you came to visit.
You always see so much in my work that I usually have to do a double take.
Thank you for using the word mystical. I feel warm inside me when I reach that Nirvana of mine. Ah to be a mystical poet!
Minnie, if this poem inspires anyone to write, then I will sleep well. Then I will have received a rich reward. Thank you for this comment, Minnie.
Many poems are crafted. I mean, how many people write a poem and submit it without editing? Well, I'm not one of them. Usually when I read a new poem aloud I groan and say No No it can't go out like that
However, I've never written a poem that had a consciously constructed theme. I always find that some theme or other is burning within me.
Thanks for the visit Ed. You always have an interesting point to make.
Ah we're so on the same wave length. Of course one should understand our inner emotions. A poet with must be in be dyamically in touch with his soul.
However Bill, I can't help anyone. I can only hold up a lamp.
Each one is his own universe. Each one resonates with his own vibrations.
You have answered so well and so often. The poem does call to all writers but you've seen the message.
Each one of you. You can only be yourself...but you can be yourself gloriously.
I value your thoughts Tom.