The divine calls softly and patiently to its scattered souls
But we do not hear
We are lost soul fragments
Clinging to our fantasies, our dreams.
Analysing our illusions
And drinking in our imagined success
We do not even recognize the call
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© 2011 Rick Ellis. All rights reserved. ricknotes.com
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