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IT CALLED TO ME
There I was, I had picked up one and thought okay this is cool.
Yet another was getting my attention.
I saw it there calling to me, but me trying to ignore it.
The quartz called to me, yet I ran.
I ran around the store, looked at my foolish obsession with Egyptian art and statues, yet back I came.
I came back to this little thing barely an inch long.
Again and again I walked away, fearful of my own energy.
Scared to believe in my own intuition.
Finally, after what seemed like hours I asked the lady to take it out of it’s case.
It glided across my hand with an ominous power.
It had chosen me. It called to me. It was apart of my calling. The calling.
It called to me as I slid it on my chain next to my Star of David.
It’s presence stronger than I had ever known, taking its rightful place against my heart.
I had told my sister that the only time anything else had ever felt so right was when I met my mate. It called to me and I finally accepted the calling.
I've been reading your post off and on, mostly off. I'm sure you understand how time can be swallowed up whole when around young children. He-he. Anyway, I was curious to know what the subject of this poem was about, what symbol did you slide next to your star of David? I too have felt much power in the oddest of places. I felt it when I had to go through a safety deposit box after my father died. In the box I found pictures of his mother, and when I saw numbers carved into her forarm, I nearly threw up. It was as if I was standing right there in the Jewish prison camp in Germany. My father never even told me that his mother was Jewish! The moment was extremely intense, I'm sure you understand, completely. Good luck in all, Kathy Tannen.
I found this piece very profound and I believe you,I too have had similar experiences.Great write.