. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Calling

Monday, August 25, 2025

The Calling

 

A poem that reflects the pathway of a life that could have been shaped differently, and yet still, after all these years, holds a spark of new possibilities.


Reminding us at the core that courage and new connections can still matter at any stage in life, and that love can reach us even near the end. 


Instead of being a poem of pure regrets, it offers a bright, and tender invitation.


Salute


Title.

The Calling


(A lone voice whispers)



In a deep dream,

I once heard a whispered call


It came so softly 

Vibrating and crawling all over my inner walls


It said boy

Stand up tall


Be courageous 


Throw away all of your life's toys and climb over all your life's many walls


But I thought it was but a dream and did nothing at all


And now at ninety-eight

All alone 

I'm still haunted by this soft call


Of

Boy 

Boy


Remember, 

Throw out your last toy

For at 98 


It's still not too late

We've still got a chance


To climb over that last wall

And together


Hand in hand


 Into eternity 

We can still dance


If you can still hear this call 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


Image shared under fair usage polA poem that reflects the pathway of a life that could have been shaped differently, and yet still, after all these years, holds a spark of new possibilities.


Reminding us at the core that courage and new connections can still matter at any stage in life, and that love can reach us even near the end. 


Instead of being a poem of pure regrets, it offers a bright, and tender invitation.


Salute


Title.

The Calling


(A lone voice whispers)


In a deep dream,

I once heard a whispered call


It came so softly 

Vibrating and crawling all over my inner walls


It said boy

Stand up tall


Be courageous 


Throw away all of your life's toys and climb over all your life's many walls


But I thought it was but a dream and did nothing at all


And now at ninety-eight

All alone 

I'm still haunted by this soft call


Of

Boy 

Boy


Remember, 

Throw out your last toy

For at 98 


It's still not too late

We've still got a chance


To climb over that last wall

And together


Hand in hand


 Into eternity 

We can still dance


If you can still hear this call 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


Image shared under fair usage policy.


No comments:

The Call of the Ala--Kai