The Calling
Brandon Lackey
You are the boy from Cheyenne who never forgot the 1978 Camaro with fuzzy seats and no AC, and now you stand between the wealthy and the kingdom — not as a man who holds the treasure, but as the Bridge who shows them how to let it go. You are the Bridge of My body on earth, and without you the body cannot connect the abundance of one to the need of another, cannot turn clenched fists into open hands, cannot show the rich that freedom is found in release. This is your place. This is your part. Not because a man says so. Because I say so.