Deep Calling

A poem from my book, with some allusions to Moses and Jonah. Deep Calling Twilight leaves little light along this lonely street, with tired grey walls, and empty windows watching. It knows only one way, as it turns towards Eternity, where, amid cacophonous waves and thunderous winds, can barely be heard the sound of gulls softly calling: ‘Come and see …’ © Michael C Johnson 2025