Your whisper is a breeze. Your call is like the bird flying high. Yes, I see birds every time you call me. Call me again.

Call me in the rain to say welcome home. Cleanse me to the soul and remember my name, like Mama in the evening calling me in. Call me again. Call me again.

Your voice is unmistakable. Your laughter makes me smile. But no matter whose face I may look into, I know in my heart it’s unmistakably you.

Call me in the rain to say welcome home. Cleanse me to the soul and remember my name, like Mama in the evening, calling me in. Call me again. 10/12/01

God calls us inside sometimes. I remember Mom doing that. I’ll rise to the occasion, just give me my rest; give me some silence; give me something simple; give me something deep, but let it end, so something new can begin within.