Echo

~ Harlan Didrickson 

From some far
off place a
voice weakly calls 
and my weakness 
which I’d thought 
was a strength 
wrings with a
familiar haunting toll
whether heralding danger 
or some reminder 
that the time 
of worship is 
nigh I turn 
away and walk 
forward never back 
knowing that it’s 
just an echo 
of something said 
many years ago