The Call of The Calling

The call of your calling,
a faint murmur,
a solitary note,
suspended over the horizon,
hesitant to disrupt,
the flow of your life.

But it did arrive,
unannounced, without fanfare,
that ephemeral note...
reverberated in your being;
that no one heard...

All debits and credits 
losses and profits-
started erasing themselves.

Through your choked voice,
through your tear-stained eyes,
you said:
The call finally came.

Sitting in that same old room,
the same faint musty smell,
the same unkempt bed,
you felt like drawing a new breath.
The call finally came.