Ordinary Call Poem by borgjie distura

Ordinary Call



My vocation story
Like that of a tree
Nothing exceptional
Nothing special.
What I mean is ordinary
What I mean, the palm tree.

I received no visions
No whale shark
No burning bush
No flash of lightning
That I can say.
It was plain.
It was simple.

But like the palm tree
It is useful
Only when its mature
And had many pressure.
The ladder it possess
Testifies to that process.
My human experiences
Of shortcomings and frailties
Are ladder for others
That they may reach
They may enjoy
The God-given fruits
My talents, my virtues
All my good values.

There may be dry ones
Leaves to be brought down
These need formation
These need reduction.
More trimmings
More clearings.

When the perfect time
Once it will come
The palm tree is ready
To give, to empty.
Fruits for food.
Leaves for broom.
Trunk for lumber.
Roots for medicine.
Sap for wine.
Milk for soap and butter.

This is similar
To my life not afar.
Selfless giving for others.
Total surrender
For the pleasure
Of my Divine Caretaker.

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