I am being called to action.
It was a whisper in my ear.
Now it has grown so much louder 
that it’s drowning out my fear.

I am being pulled to action.
There’s a tugging on my heart. 
An aching need for forward movement,
but I don’t know where to start.

I am being stirred to action.
I can feel it in my brain.
Thoughts of hatred and injustice,
thoughts of other people’s pain.

I hear and feel the call to action-
I’m just not sure what I should do…
So I summon Strength and Service,
and I hope they’ll see me through.

I am being spurred to action.
There’s a twitching in my fingers.
Write the words down- read them clearly,
loudly. Let the echoes linger.

I am being stirred to action.
There’s a dryness in my mouth.
Swallow hard, gather composure,
let the righteous words come out.

I am being moved to action.
There’s an itching in my feet,
to put on shoes and grab a sign,
and march right out into the streets.

I hear and feel the call to action-
I’m just not sure what I should do…
I summon Kindness and Compassion,
and I hope they’ll see me through.

I am being stirred to action.
There’s a rumble in my gut.
Hungry for justice, empty, hollow.
Something must be done. But what? 

I am being pulled to action.
With each moment, with each breath,
I feel closer to the answer.
But no, I’m not there just yet.

I am being called to action.
And now, I’m gathering my thoughts,
searching for my place in history,
hoping that I don’t get lost. 

I hear and feel the call to action-
I’m just not sure what I should do…
So I summon Grace and Spirit,
and I hope they’ll see me through.
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