Turn and leave your life behind.
More beautiful words have never been spoken.
My passage through seconds, minutes, and hours
could hardly be called life. Enticing.
Those words waft toward me like smells from Mom's kitchen.
They drift toward me supremely, like the love from Coltrane's saxophone.
I realize that those words, follow me, are just an invitation back home.
-Drew Jackson, "Follow Me" in God Speaks Through Wombs