The Call
I walk in the path and follow his imprints.
Wonder if I should follow the blueprints.
Searching for what i am looking for.
Direction and guidance is not on the dance floor.
Reading words about what was the result.
I find a story that is to consult.
Evil came as a force, much like a cancer.
God the Father and the Son came to answer.
Bringing a message as is done today.
Just ask your question and he'll answer away.
It's a gift that comes from his hands to all.
Just do like was done and make the call.
Background to poem
Many years ago I remember reading the story of the First Vision, it wasn't the first and it wasn't the last. I have had the opportunity to share the story with many others. I have visited the place known as the sacred grove. I have had answers to my own prayers. This poem shares my experiences mixed with the story.
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