There, don’t you hear it too?
\nSomething is calling, although
\nThe day is blank and gray.<\/p>\n
The eye fastened on nothing,
\nThe ear undistracted
\nAnd we with nothing to say.<\/p>\n
But still that sense of calling,
\nOf something seeking attention
\nBeyond our consciousness.<\/p>\n
That voice in voiceless things
\nWhen they cease to be themselves,
\nLosing their choice and purpose,<\/p>\n
Joining the indiscriminate
\nOtherness which surrounds us
\nAt our own times of withdrawal.<\/p>\n
It is then that the world calls us
\nAs if to reinterpret
\nOr to reconfigure.<\/p>\n
Whose is this voice? A god’s?
\nSurely not. It seems
\nTo be the voice of duty<\/p>\n
That speaks of origins
\nAnd of relationships
\nBetween things grown apart.<\/p>\n
And I remember the muezzin
\nSinging every morning
\nRaptly, as if for himself.<\/p>\n
Singing in the dark hour
\nAt a distance, over all,
\nAnd yet outside our door.<\/p>\n
His practised lilt spoke more
\nOf the puzzles of night than of
\nThe determinations of morning<\/p>\n
As though the light had still
\nTo be charmed into being
\nAnd each day a reward.<\/p>\n
The voice is much like his,
\nA commanding meditation
\nRising from the blankness<\/p>\n
Of a sleeping senselessness,
\nThoughtful, improbable,
\nBut stirring us to beauty.<\/p>\n
And like his, the voice
\nLinks us for a while
\nIn its reiterations<\/p>\n
Then ends abruptly, as if
\nDistracted by something else
\nOf no great importance.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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