dusk arising



it calls
calls to me
from out of the sunshine
calls to me
in depth of darkest of night
calls to me
sprit of life enduring
calls to me
from river, leaf and trunk

for i have no need of pew
nor need of man made book
nor wealthy papal robes
nor least of all corruption

yes I hear the calling
as those before me heard
free minds still hear today
a faith ever enduring

a faith which asks for nothing
seeks no name nor robe
but gives everything I am
and all i ever shall be