Stirring again

It has been too long since I let the mission man out, but I feel him stirring inside me.

Perhaps it is just the call of the wild, but somehow I think there is just much more to it than that. Like the lure of a distant drum, the sound of a roaring sea, or the wonder of an African starlit night so bright and magnificent that it takes your breath away...... Ah these are the stirrings of a distant land where time and eternity are etched on the memories of the mission man.

I hear you calling my friend, I hear you calling.