The Call Divine

All of life is hurried, we're in haste, 
To put it all together we do strive,
If but a moment’s restfulness to taste,
We work much like a bee does on his hive.

We stroll each day down twisting turns of fate, 
Our schedule staying two steps in the lead; 
It seems we're never early, only late,
There is a hope that one day we'll succeed.

Never satisfied with fortunes boons, 
We press against the prickly thorns of time;
This life a desert, just beyond its doons,
Eternal winds are rustling the chimes.

Wise is the soul that hears the call divine, 
“Seek not thy will or way but only Mine.”