As crocuses, daffodils and birch tree buds
begin to open to the beckoning sky,
one’s calling comes often as a nudge,
but some do need a push, like you and I?
Perhaps the call comes through a lightening bolt
as in the case of a future saint.
He heard the call as he fell off the colt
and blindly stumbled in a near faint.
But Providence provided a good eye.
Still it would take from three to fourteen years
for that cross credentialed saint to fly
from here to there, facing danger with no fears.
So, be patient with instant gratification.
Just wait on divine notification.