The house on the hill
Overlooking the mill,
Overlooking the sea,
Overlooking me.
The gulls of the sea
Are flying free
While the crow in the tree
Cawed at me.
I feel all three:
The gulls, the crow and the tree.
All make me see
That I’m not free
Until I see
Beyond the tree
How God calls me:
“Come, follow me.”

Cy, 2005