The Call of Shadows

In the stillness, the darkness hums,
A whisper stirs as night succumbs.
A gift, a vision, blurred yet clear,
A call too deep, a voice too near.

A dream, a vision, soft yet loud,
A pulse of truth beneath the shroud.
It beckons me to rise, to see,
To walk the paths that could set free.

But oh, the weight, the crushing cost,
For answers gained may still be lost.
What lies beneath this veil I seek,
A river deep where shadows speak?

I see the cries of souls in chains,
Their silent screams, their endless pains.
Caught in the dark, where no light breaks,
A prison formed, forged from their own stakes.

And still, they call me, from the deep,
In dreams that rise, in dreams that weep.
I wish to stand, to break their bonds,
But fear wraps tight and tight it throngs.

My flesh recoils, it begs to shrink,
To hide, to run, to turn and think,
But I rebuke this trembling skin,
For I must rise, though flesh pulls thin.

Oh, the times the fire burns inside,
A fierce desire I cannot hide.
Woe the times, I sink, I cower,
Afraid to face this darkened hour.

How can I answer, when I fear
The road unknown, the weight so sheer?
How can I bear to face the flame,
When all my flesh seeks is to remain the same?

These dreams—they tear, they carve, they bleed,
"A weight too heavy!" my flesh says in greed.
A gift of God, so pure, so true,
But answers come with grief anew.

To stand and face the shattered sky,
To hear the broken, hear their cry,
It pulls me under, holds me tight,
A call to heal, but full of night.

Yet still, their cries, they pierce the air,
The souls who walk in depths of despair.
Stuck in Sheol, where shadows call,
A place where echoes haunt the soul.

And in my chest, a tremor wakes,
A seed of courage, fear it shakes.
I long to stand, to shout, to break,
But doubt and silence bid me wait.

O Lord, give strength to answer true,
To take the call, though I am few.
Grant me boldness to embrace,
The weight of love, the heart's true grace.

For in these dreams, I see the night,
And in the dark, I find Your light.
Though hard to walk, where fear may rise,
I'll answer still, and face the skies.

The gift is given, and now I rise,
With steadfast heart, with burning eyes.
I'll answer the call, though it may tear,
For I will walk, no matter where.