When Samuel, the prophet was young
And his ministry barely begun…
He heard the Lord’s call
And abandoned all
To seek out the Master’s tongue.
He heard a Voice call his name,
Thought Eli had called the same….
Eli said, “to bed”,
And when He calls have no dread
But respond to Him all the same.
“Speak, for thy servant heareth,”
Samuel said as the Lord drew neareth….
Samuel listened and then
Told Eli again
How God would his ministry sheareth.
Like the Prophet Samuel I’m not,
Let me tell you my own feeble plot…
I wake up from naps
Hearing my name or cats,
Waking up from sleep on the spot.
My wife claims she hasn’t called,
But was happy I got up after all…
For her pressing need
Of assistance with speed,
The answer has yet to fall.
One time, most recently,
I felt cat’s feet across me…
With no cat in sight,
Just dim evening light
It is perplexing, don’t you agree?
NOTE: This poem is written for educational and entertainment value…and should not be used to ascertain or assume any disease or disorder! (The Author)