You Were Called

The shadows are falling,
and they are lush.
The curtains are closing,
the audiences hush.

Your life's dawning
was so long ago.
All experiences mesh
with vast undertow.

You were called,
but the voice was faint.
No one called you
to be a saint.

The time has come
to discard awkward feelings.
You must be steadfast
in all of your dealings.

You were called,
but the voice was faint.
No one called you
to be a saint.

You were summoned,
but it must not have been clear.
But the others stepped in
while you shifted to the rear.

I suppose the call faded
to the back of your mind.
You have so much to share,
but you had not the time.

You were called,
but the voice was faint.
No one called you
to be a saint.

There was so much to do,
yet you stood back and waited.
You left service for others,
and instead, hesitated.

How precious was the time
that slid through your hands.
How very nearly you lost
your place in the dance. You were called,
but the voice was faint.
No one called you
to be a saint.

Too long have you swam
in procrastination's mirage.
Stand up,
break free of that entourage.

I'm asking you now
to swallow trepidation.
Rise above
the mindless deprecation.

A second chance will be given,
if you think you can earn that.
But service is love,
I expect you to learn that.

You are called,
though the voice was faint.
No one is asking
you to become a saint.