The Calling Poem by Edwina Reizer

How far down the road
Do you have to go
Before you can see,
Before you can know
If you've traveled correctly
And are where you should be?
Who has these answers?
Who can it be?
No one can tell you
Which road is best?
The road you are on
Is only your test.

Others can watch
And observe your choices.
But they cannot hear
Your inner voices.
They cannot know
What's in your heart.
They cannot see
Into the part
That's calling to you.
It's impossible for them.
They don't have a clue.

Advice can be given
By family or friend
All with good intention
But in the end
You will travel on
And find your own way.
And as you follow your road
You will sometimes say.
"I've made a mistake
This road isn't good".
But in your innermost knowing
You went where you should.


How far down the road
Do you have to go
Before you can see,
Before you can know
If you've traveled correctly
And are where you should be?
Who has these answers?
Who can it be?
No one can tell you
Which road is best?
The road you are on
Is only your test.

Others can watch
And observe your choices.
But they cannot hear
Your inner voices.
They cannot know
What's in your heart.
They cannot see
Into the part
That's calling to you.
It's impossible for them.
They don't have a clue.

Advice can be given
By family or friend
All with good intention
But in the end
You will travel on
And find your own way.
And as you follow your road
You will sometimes say.
"I've made a mistake
This road isn't good".
But in your innermost knowing
You went where you should.