The Phone Call
You step across the threshold of your door on way to work,
comes the ringing of the phone to make you late.
Down the hall, its ring persists 'gainst your Will braced to resist
and you're unaware it’s come to change your Fate.
It's an old and trusted buddy known to speak both mind and truth
who you hadn't spoke or seen for quite some time
who says "I do not want to borrow and there's nothing that I need.
Not to call you all this while is just a crime.
You're the nicest being to draw a breath.
'Round you, I'm most inspired.
You're an asset to the community.
In your profession, a voice desired.
I'm motivated, revved up, turned on
in your presence, and I must say
I could change the World and save Mankind
being with you 10 minutes a day."
He says goodbye! Hangs up. You stand there serious stunned.
Your grip of phone frozen in the warmth of morning sun.
And you feel an image of Self explode with chaotic change
and emit a Light that makes you understand its potent range.
That if you were a baker making jellies and rolls,
you'd be a better baker this day.
And if you were a teacher making minds unfold,
the Universe would be your display.
And if you were a laborer with sweat on your brow,
you'd work with pride as you should.
And if you were a student embracing tomorrow,
you'd reach for it feeling you could.
Yet you learned nothing more of baking or teaching, laboring or books on a shelf
only that each man's best performance is reflected by how he sees Self.
And if you can change from a call without that makes you feel you can win,
what power must lie in your own human heart to change your Image within.
Namyh
You step across the threshold of your door on way to work,
comes the ringing of the phone to make you late.
Down the hall, its ring persists 'gainst your Will braced to resist
and you're unaware it’s come to change your Fate.
It's an old and trusted buddy known to speak both mind and truth
who you hadn't spoke or seen for quite some time
who says "I do not want to borrow and there's nothing that I need.
Not to call you all this while is just a crime.
You're the nicest being to draw a breath.
'Round you, I'm most inspired.
You're an asset to the community.
In your profession, a voice desired.
I'm motivated, revved up, turned on
in your presence, and I must say
I could change the World and save Mankind
being with you 10 minutes a day."
He says goodbye! Hangs up. You stand there serious stunned.
Your grip of phone frozen in the warmth of morning sun.
And you feel an image of Self explode with chaotic change
and emit a Light that makes you understand its potent range.
That if you were a baker making jellies and rolls,
you'd be a better baker this day.
And if you were a teacher making minds unfold,
the Universe would be your display.
And if you were a laborer with sweat on your brow,
you'd work with pride as you should.
And if you were a student embracing tomorrow,
you'd reach for it feeling you could.
Yet you learned nothing more of baking or teaching, laboring or books on a shelf
only that each man's best performance is reflected by how he sees Self.
And if you can change from a call without that makes you feel you can win,
what power must lie in your own human heart to change your Image within.
Namyh
