The Calling

He was an ordinary man, with normal pursuits,

Raised up on humility, the foundation of all values,

Imperfections he too had but like all,

A unique quality lurked.

A strong attachment he had to Nature and things alike,

Like a wildflower, which blossoms without pretentious,

But none the less beautiful than any adorned flower,

He was too, in a way, aloof but an inner purity,

Rapturous and euphoric, which few knew,

For an ordinary person, he was.

Going on his duties of the world,

Doing the responsibilities as best as he could,

His life was steady, in the eyes of all,

Till one day, when he felt an aching tug in his soul,

Could not decipher the malaise but restless he became.

He searched amongst the pines and woods,

Asked the oceans and winds,

But peace nor answer came to him,

His dreams also reflected his predicament,

Sometimes a lost land, full of helpless people,

Sometimes death he saw, staring at the face,

Of a man, skeleton of self, a stark image of

Immense penury and debilitating disease.

The day came, when akin to walking a razor's edge,

He left everything, that a person desires,

Even his family, his home,

And like possessed, he roamed the streets.

Ostracized he became, he needs a cure, all said,

But his soul knew the path,

And finally the dawn of awareness,

Which few chosen children of God, are bestowed with,

Came to him.

Like written from blood, he saw himself in a white shroud,

Not dead but totally bereft of all things save the pain

He kept feeling,

None knew where he went,

But some said he sailed to the heart of darkness,

Africa, where the destitute and lepers,

Died each day, with no hope or any help,

He became a Messiah,

A dawn unto his own day, 

A path lay before him,

Which he tread with blood soul and bleeding heart,

But the calling comes only to few,

The one chosen who heeds the call,

And opens his heart and soul, to be born anew,

A mirror of empathy and selfless love,

At peace, he was now, for the ache within

Had found the balm in serving others,

The hand of God guiding him,

Nirvana he attained, in life and beyond.