Poem: The Call
Photo Credit: Max Bender 

In the space, somewhat, 

Near the mountain — there stand,

A cemetery, many homes, houses, churches, 

Trees, high and low; For just, the temporary:

Bodies going, here and there, listening, 

To songs, prophetic words, speak greatness,

In their lives, all over the world: 

Some shop at Malls, Spring, Summer, 

Winter, Autumn—Fall, to look, handsome, 

Pretty — fine; Seeking true love, 

That is so kind, to enhance & renew our minds,

To think higher — greater; Waiting for the call,

To a place, so serene, beautiful, 

Divine, for us all!

Empress Journee