Tied Yet Called

A time gone by,
until my heart goes too.
A body rooted here and now,
Yet called to infinitude.

I cannot be but to be,
And cannot be any other self but me.
A self I was given but chose.
A past I was handed yet lived.

My person I built while I slept,
Knowing not what my left hand did.
Instructed silently by the loud voice of history,
While deaf to the sound of construction.

I’m unchangeably attached to that then.
Forever fettered to this now.
Tied to these moments of past and present.
However ever called to the Always.

An Always that always was.
There shaping all of our thens,
Connected to every single present,
While calling all of our tomorrows.

Pulled to be the new man who I am. Not. But will be
While tied to those thens of history.
Called not to be, but to be with.
So I will wait with you patient, while I move with you now.