"The Poet's Call" by Linda Dousay

There is a place beside a wall that's built for you and me
A narrow ledge designed by all to view humanity
From day to day we make the climb and stand that all may see
We've paid our due: we're here to view: as them: humanity

Deep within each person's soul is hatred for the wall
Created in the minds of men existing from the fall
Some climb in pain, some climb alone, some run, some fall, some stand
But every day, we make our way unto this fateful land

Though here, in rapt attention...we listen for some sound
A clearer voice, a certain call to turn our lives around
Then one sweet day a bell rings true and you and I are freed
To break the tie, report the high that lives on Calvary

A different tune- a sweet refrain- a cord- a note- 
Then seas
Of endless floating melody- carrying souls beyond their goals
In wondrous rhapsody

The wall will fall as hearts lift all and boundaries drift away
Beyond the ledge into the edge of glorious sun filled days
There're dreams they've known since ages gone; places longed to be
Heights unknown, loves begone in joyous harmony

This note, this tune, this song we sing will come when hearts sink low
When none can see beyond the sea of sorrow in their soul
So walk my love, press on, press on-- through pain, through hope, through fear
We'll hear the call that comes to all who walk beyond their years

April 20, 2000