An Uncertain Call

​I yearn to be at that place where
there is a certainty of call.
Where the “thin wall” between God
and my soul is but a whisper;
 
Where time and place and call are seamless.
 
But I’m not there.  Not now. 
For me that connection between call
and answer is still a hoped for future.
 
Sometimes there is a glimpse of The divine.
 
I will hear a quiet answer to a prayer
or a piece of music will lift up a
melodic presence of God.
 
I sense the call is always there,
and the problem is me. 

​ I’m like a faulty radio;
the signal is strong, but the receiver is weak.