The Call

This poem describers about a call that was made by nature and holy eternal spirit to a penuma's (soul's) serenity.

The Call:

I received a call,

A call from the cosmos;

I received a call,

A call from the Jehovah;

The call was received,

Not by the body nor by the wits,

But was received by an eternal sanity;

With its ceaseless vanity,

Holding me to obey,

The Lords and to lay,

Not for the sake of prostration,

But for the pneuma’s serenity.

 

 

Author's Note

"Pneuma" in this context means a soul.