“Hello Daddy” - The Call
a poem
That night
The last time
That you would get to answer the phone
And I your voice hear
“Hello Daddy”
Suddenly an intense awareness of having uttered those words arose
I knew on one level that they had been released and received
Yet I sensed something start to slip away
I was in a parallel universe
Where time started racing backward
Call ended
I often look at the hour
When we would most connect
You knew that this was the time when we were both most present
You always ended by dutifully urging me to have a good night’s rest
And then telling me how you should let me go
When the strong urge to call hits me
I gently whisper “Hello Daddy” to the heavens
I now know
That the transmission is just a little bit different
Sometimes I see it in nature’s work
A glorious sunrise to make me welcome the new day
The graceful moon to guide and lighten my path
And a bright star reminding me that there’s so much more out there
For in this new realm
We are no longer bound by earthly conventions
Just true calling and receiving from the soul
