The World’s Call

The world’s call resounds within,

Reminding us of love again.

Though pain and doubt may cloud our days,

We press on still, through silent haze.

Weary heart, do not wither so;

Only in light does beauty grow.

Darkness covers all in gloom,

Yet finds in itself a quiet room.

Were it not for the sun’s bright gleam,

Enticing us at times to dream—

Its steady circuit round a star

Will lead, at last, to who we are.

A single point of shining light—

We are no more, yet still burn bright.