Dean Jones Dragonfly Poet

Dean Jones Dragonfly Poet

They're Calling Us

A New Year’s Poem for 2025

The eternal question remains: Why are we here?

For the first time in my life, I realise that we are here not for ourselves alone, but to enable those who come after us—or those we leave behind—to thrive. We are here to ensure that the sacrifices of our ancestors were not in vain. Their call echoes through time, urging us to continue their mission.

For the first time, in as long as I can remember, I feel both excited and envious of the future. What will our descendants experience? What will they see? It’s possible that, in our lifetime, the first steps towards a future of abundance will unfold through the vast potential of space travel. The possibilities for humanity, for life itself, may soon be limitless.

That prospect fills me with awe and inspiration.

Wishing you all a prosperous and transformative 2025.

They’re calling usOur ancestors areWhilst behind usStill ahead they are They reached their summitEarlierLess surlyAnd far burlier For their lives livedWere harder thenSurvived they didFore-fathered men All of us Are parentedStill we doAs parents did And always willMove further thanThe place from whichWe all began The foundationsThey once dwelled uponThe base from whichOur world sprang from Always movingCloser toOuter spaceBeyond the blue Our mission toContinue onBeyond usLimitations gone For other planetsHold the keyTo society’sLongevity To venture outBeyond our realmTo take the tillerAnd the helm And lead us toEternityThey’re calling usGalactically They’re calling usTo seize the dayBetween black holesAnd far away Imagine our InfinityA glimmer of Divinity Each one of usA spec of dustAge erodesLike metal rusts But we areSimply vessels nowThe vial to helpUs find the 'how?' It isn’t what We each believeBut more what jointlyWe achieve CollectivelySelectivelyRemove the wallsIn front of me Where brick liesWe tear it downBuild a worldAround the town They’re calling usWe’re hearing themOur dialogueBegins again Constantly Evolving onFuture, historyRolling on Stumble tripAnd then we’re goneAnd still we passThe baton on They’re calling usAncestors areWe hear their callsWe raise the bar They’re calling usWe’re hearing themLife ends…and thenBegins again  They're Calling usThey're Calling us