The Calling Poem by Ruerd Visser

I've heard You calling me,
for a long time.

But oh my, why should I heath the call?
Me so troubled and struck down,
feeling like a clown.

Still i've heard Your voice,
troughout the years.
You just would not give up.

And yes here I am,
amidst the debri.
The broken shattered pieces.

Mending a bit, would it ever be a hit,
in this world so torn and hellbent.

And You whispered: Let Me whorry
about that. I have a plan, and you're
a part of it.

Maybe you did not notice,
but you're life is a blessing.
You change the world just by being here.

For presence is all that matters,
so be present in the moment.

And you'll see miracles happen,
every day.