It Calls to Souls

It calls to souls,
summons apropos
when we are weary with worldly woes,
wants to wash us whole,

and I feel the pull…

So benevolent is the offering,
selfless power there dwelling,
to wrap me in the healing dressing
and infuse the peace;

I feel it filling…

It calls to souls,
universally, indiscriminately so;
every ocean and sea seems to extol
us when our true selves we simply show.
I get brushed into that timeless tableau,
the heavenly mantel family photo,
and His love takes hold,

welcomes me home.

Poem and images ©LauraDenise