There is a battle that ensues In mind and body both Each fights within itself nonstop And both against the other too. The more my mind darts forth and back And far and wide and long and fast, The more my busy body sinks And aches and downward droops. As these two the battle goes There is another dwells within: The heart -- in all its glory lies Between the two and yet forgot. Divine Redeemer help me see That heart alone doth summon me And should those walls come down at last Then I might love And peace will reign And I might truly live.
By Karla Hendrick
One response to “The Summoning”
Beautiful; with such meaning! Such wonderful poetry.