Not a ghost or sacred shadow, nor a haunting, but...
If you'd heard the voice, clearly spoken, but distant
It called you by name, in darkness, ignoring the stain
And made you shake inside, crying as a non believer
A moment heavy, majestic tone upon sacred ground
Tongue tied now and can't speak anything to the one
If you listen and hear nothing, but inside thoughts
Due to an emptiness that's vast and beyond knowing
Yet if a being of such import calls you by the name
No spicy anecdote to offer, no dance to entertain
Few seconds left, but the fears have no answers
You respond, even if you've no idea what to say
You say: Why do you choose me, I never bothered you?
Why do you engage me now? I never did a thing
A voice replies: The only thing you need do is to follow
What if you know far less now, as a result of having known
and you hope now, but hope now more than you ever knew?
