The Master’s Calling
Beyond the thunder skies
there lay a bright beginning
that is there for everyone.
Beyond the dark and daylight,
there is a promised land.
A land where someone will take you
on the day when they can.
For now just sit and wonder
beyond the storm clouds overhead
and wait the master’s calling
when you can lay
peacefully in sleep.
18 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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