Called

Concise, As not to have to say this twice
Hopefully it will suffice the thought
Inheritably taught
Not sought but given
Vision
Sight
Bright, light
In spite of painful pride
I stride
wide eyed
Guided, ignited
On fire
Flying higher
Even in instability
He still chooses to use me
In small ways
Because I raise my hands
And surrender
Willing to be used
Even in confusion
Because He uses the weak to confound the wise
I long ago laid down the why's
Although these eyes still cry
I know they're counted
Never unnoticed
So it is so, with this poet
Devoted, while broken
Trusting blindly but mindfully
Advertently, heeding the call