The Heavens call
The Powers caution me
They whisper directions
And I let them move me
Like a Pawn
I know they wait with baited breath
Screaming at me the right way
While I choose the left
They groan at me
Slapping their foreheads at my mortality and reason
They know better
I age and they remain in their season
They await with excitement
I know their love
For I love them also
I ask them their guidance and wait upon them to move me
I need not struggle
The path is ordained
I need only wait upon it
It is mine to walk as they did before
I only do this
Listen
I ask them not to leave me
My mothers
My family
My blood
I am yours and you are are mine
I await your final call
When at last I return to you
Little Wren 