And we heard you in the night when the dying embers of our neglected fire let out their last gasps of warmth. We heard you in the morning as the woodpeckers drummed against the rough bark of the trees. We heard you on the road as our saddle weary company rode on into the day. We heard you in the twilit eventide as darkness waxed again. We heard you, and your voice was ever in our hearts. So we march to your call, restless until we see your kingdom come. Restless on this earth, we lay our bodies down again.
Drabble: We Hear
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