My Ancestors

You call upon me
Into an unfamiliar territory
A jungle where I doubt my survivals skills
Comfort is immediately stripped off
Yet you expect of me
To remain calm
And answer your calling
Whilst I thirst of my comfort zone
As well as a possible way out

You respond accordingly
“There is no alternative”
Your actions make it clear
It’s either I answer the calling
Or I may never be answered
When you speak and make a decision
I listen and submit to your instructions

The time is now
To live for something
Other than everything
It is not easy
Exactly not what I imagined
But it is worth it
To be different
Spiritually be of assistance and healing to others

To walk towards the deep ends of the sea
Though the depth underneath
And the footpath through the jungle
Remains a mystery
And also live life on different rules
That do not apply to everyone
Who I am to refuse?
I accept