A Summons
A Summons
The dream comes to him more often now,
“A rivalry between the spheres.”, she whispers,
Then fades into the
And he wakes.
There is the feeling of loss always,
And a sense of impending strife,
More insistent daily.
He wishes to know more.
He needs to know more.
He begs to know more.
When next he dreams,
She is more substantial,
And smiling.
“You have heard the call,” she says,
Then, “Time is short.”
“We are beset.”, she says,
“And yes,” to his unvoiced question,
“That includes you,
And yours,
And the existence you presently sustain,
For the threat has ascended all frames,
And many are needed.”
“Threat?” he asks of the vision.
Her eyes pierce him as she speaks:
“You have seen its effects in your own firmament,
Violences without cause save desire,
Pursuit of vanities wielded against the common person,
Acquisitions without purpose but kept from the needy,
Suppressions and oppressions done,
Simply because they can be done.
You have decried these things,
And marched against them,
But their cause is deeper than you know,
Or can know.
Still, you are worthy,
You stand,
And may yet prove that you may not be withstood.
You have heard the call.
Have you an answer?”
He is convinced that he is no longer dreaming,
If he ever was.
It comes to him that this is not her true form,
Or rather,
That this is a form she presents to him that he understands,
True enough here and now,
But other than what she is.
He is not dismayed.
That is a feeling he has long gotten over:
The troubles of his world have long brought him to a resolve,
And much passion.
“Yes”, he responds,
“I will answer and more.”, he declares,
Not without some surprise,
What soldier has he ever been?
Still:
Within him he feels his strength gather,
Harden,
Set.
“Yes.”, he says again, “I am with you.”
“And I with you, trueheart!” she cries,
“And should we win the day,
Then I will come to you more fully in your plane,
For what time is given to you.
But for now, the fight is yet to be won,
And you must be ready,
For the time is come close.”
“I am ready.” He says steadily and truly.
“As am I.”, she says,
And fades into the
He does not open his eyes,
They are open,
Have been open,
Have been opened.
Some understanding fills him,
Though questions crowd his mind,
Yet he knows full awareness will be granted in time,
According to his needs,
And what growth he achieves,
Though perhaps not in the space he now occupies.
One thing is certain:
He is ready.
Though the clash yet lies before him,
He is ready.
When she returns,
It will begin.
He is ready.
Cliff Lake 9/7/2025
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