Here I sit with a team of friends,

Listening to our owner bellow directions from astern,

Yet heading in the other direction.

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The delight of sweaty teamwork,

Singes the air with a natural perfume,

And a synchronized movement of the body stills my soul,

Eliminating distractions of a day spent in my head.

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And beckons me forward.

All calls are not equal.

The fire alarm invites us all to leave the building,

Calling us to safety and anxiety.

While the call for supper invites us to share,

With loved ones in spiritual and bodily nourishment.

xxx

Of all calls, the ones imbibed with love should never be screened out.

Because the source validates the message.

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And should be acted upon.