Beneath It All

I can feel it.
A rumble beneath it all.
Hidden but somehow understood.
It pulls me. Draws me.
A tightening of the lungs.
A clenching of the throat.
The eyes beginning to water.
It calls to me.
But I have no words to answer.

Am I dreaming?
Have I always dreamed?
Are we anything but dreams?

Is it God
who calls me?

Yes.