# 474: Calling You

Silke Schmidt
2 min readJul 4, 2023

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Poem

Foto von Annie Spratt auf Unsplash

Feel like calling

But I can’t.

Too hesitant,

Too self-reliant,

Too weak to express

That I need you.

I want you.

But thinking prevails.

Needing is bad.

Can do it myself.

Have managed my life

Through sorrow and grief.

Calling you?

Why now?

Yes, you are there.

I heard you.

Maybe thinking of me,

Maybe not.

How much does it take?

For the ego to break?

This inner child

Longing for protection.

Feeling your warmth,

Smelling your skin,

Touching your fingers.

Calling you?

What is it good for?

Would I complain?

Would I cry?

Would I laugh?

Being in the moment

Is hard to do

If all this time

You control yourself.

Give it up!

Let go!

Love brings freedom

And fear is not love.

The voice of God

Knows what is right.

But too many voices

Mute the truth

Calling you?

What would you think?

I am weak.

I am longing.

Maybe I am sick.

We all have wounds.

Why be ashamed

Of my scars?

You know them well

As I know yours

Why can we not

Talk about them?

The truth is

I trust you.

And I know that

The timing is right

When it is meant to be.

I will call you

Or you call me.

And then we talk

Or maybe we cry.

Every day is a chance

To let the universe know

That trusting is all

About leaving behind.

Faith is courage,

It means surrender.

When I trust myself,

I call you.

No matter what,

Not there yet.

The phone keeps quiet,

My heart is weeping.

But that’s alright,

It has to be.

In this moment

The the sun shining,

The day unfolding.

Just feel my thoughts

And all the love.

No words needed

And demands to conceil.

You are right

The way you are.

I am right

The way I am.

Until we feel

That this is true.

No one will call.

Until God opens the door

And unlocks our hearts.

It is happening right now

Slowly but surely.

I can see the light

As it brightens the dark.

Your voice is tender

And your words are soft.

We have time,

No hurry needed.

Some day we will say

Remember that call,

When we said nothing at all?

That was the one

That set us free.

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