The Call

A call to the Spirit
Issues a summons
No questioning,
No return.

The time is now
To act
To turn, mid-flight
And catch
The crystalline wonder
Of a little Light
That fell our way.

She is midnight,
She is dawn, and afternoon,
She is twilight, soft
And touching
If only we pause
To feel her here.

The call is a summons
To a Spirit, awakened
To a time spent learning her ways,
Her energy and colours.

The time is now.
We are not
Alone.