Between a Rock and a Hard Place

It's been calling me since I was a kid.

That Voice, I surely won't forget.

It resonates in me everytime It speaks.

It echoes the desires of my heart.

It brightens up my world.

That Voice, which I heard one holy night.

It used to bring me in ecstasy.

Now, It pierces me in the heart.

I once was decided to bring it on until the end.

I planned to follow that Voice.

I dreamed of prostrating myself in front of the altar,

and of wearing that ring of infinity.

I imagined myself in a habit,

and holding my rosary near to my heart.

I was determined to give it all up,

just to follow that Voice

which I heard one holy night.

However, one day, the heavens suddenly changed;

the sun went to sleep,

and the sky turned red and gray.

T'was not a bad sunset, nonetheless.

My world topsy-turvied,

and the Voice seemed to change itself

to something a lot more real

and equally wonderful.

I never thought that something impossible

could ever be this concrete and possible.

My thick wall got penetrated,

and my heart was enfettered.

Everything drastically changed

beautifully yet with more difficulty.

I more than enjoyed his company.

And essentially, I felt that life could go on

even with him, only.

After this, there came the storm.

I got no shade; I got nowhere to go.

I was all wet, cold and undecided.

I ran as fast as I could until I knew I had to face it.

From the dark sky, roared a thunder.

That same Voice shook the ground, asking

"Which to choose, and which to give up?

Where to go, and what to leave?"

I sat down and pressed my legs against my chest.

There I was, amid the cold heavy rain, lost in reverie.

There I was, stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Which calling should I respond to,

a vocational life, entirely offered to God

or a life with someone I love with the love of God?