Calling To Me

I heard it whispering to me
Throughout my busy day.
But I could never hear clearly
Just what it tried to say.

I heard it calling out to me 
In words I could not hear.
Seeming all day to draw closer,
Yet never get too near.

I looked for it as morning dawned
And when noon’s light drew nigh.
It seemed I heard it everywhere,
But it escaped my eye. 

Then just before the falling dusk
Turned my day into night,
I finally found it, hidden there,
Within the evening’s light. 

It took a moment to sink in,
I’d sought it for so long.
The peace that had been calling me
Was right there, all along.