by Richard Angilly

We answer the call
sung out in all ages.
We follow that call
which flows moon to sun.

We are here, sparks of life,
poets of the call, its song.
We sing out our calling —
our song from one to all.

We sing in all voices —
sing with our rhythm, our form.
We come from many nations
—A rush in our river of song.

We break into all silence,
sing praise in many names.
We are that voice, carry that song,
we sing, we echo our call!
—We are all Poets and dancers and artists of The Call.

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