Being Called

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This isn't really poetry... more like free verse, but I didn't have anywhere else to put it. :)

It blinds me, yet captivates me in a way that nothing else ever has.

It tempts me with it's bright rays, and I have no other choice but to step closer.

I can barely hear my parents in the background, begging me not to leave.

Their voices have become more of a distant unrecognizable chant in my ears, and the pain in my body has momentarily subsided.

My hands reach out, grasping for the sparkling clouds floating gracefully before me.

My eyes are solely focused on my shining target.

I can hear a soft voice whispering to me to return home.

My time here on Earth is finally completed.

I'm being called into the light.

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