and
before me lay a choice
one,
a narrow road,
steep,
rough, hard
going
to a “good” promised end;
yet
in between
lay
all the hardships
ever
mortal could conceive,
or
so it seemed,
looking
up and seeing
only
a treacherous narrow path
well
worn, provided
with
sunlight and ease,
and
all that could
give
pleasure along the way,
or
so it seems.
Yet,
looking down
color
was wrong, unreal,
gaudy, and a faint rumor
of sorrow and pain;
gaudy, and a faint rumor
of sorrow and pain;
but the end was far off and
the
reports uncertain -
they
could be wrong.
for
awhile, and choose
on
the basis of what
I
found myself
But
the sign -
No,
I won't read it again.
It
forces me.
I
can't.
I
must....................
“CHOOSE NOW,
YOU CAN NEVER KNOW WHICH
the way I'd come,
to not have to decide,
to not have to decide,
But
that path is gone -
behind
is an infinite
emptiness.
I
am on the edge of nothingness with
only
the two roads before me.
the two roads before me.
for
the lonely,
disappointing
past,
for
the longing to
continue
on the broad
easy
road,
for
fear.
the
path did not reveal more than a
few steps ahead,
and those rough and hard
and no visible pleasures to be experienced.
and those rough and hard
and no visible pleasures to be experienced.
I looked up trying to see more
blinded
my vision
A
little above me,
on
the curve in the
mountain
path,
stood
a new born lamb
White,
whiter than white,
and
perfect – but
the
lamb had the eyes of a man,
filled
with love
around
him was light -
and
I could see to go to him -
I
looked to my feet to
place
them on that road.
He
had moved further up
and
was dim – but in
his
steps there was blood.
It trickled down to my feet
It trickled down to my feet
and
covered my toes,
and
I knew I could follow.
I
understood that
with
each step up
He
was ahead.
was
visible at a time,
where
I stepped, it was into
glorious
light.
The
colors were brilliant, alive
surrounded
by a strange peace
I
could not be lonely as
long
as I followed.
I
knew he was there, ahead,
even
though I could not see him and
I slowly came to hear his quiet words.
but
I've found I can trust
in
the Son of God,
the Son of Man before me.
In Him I am held forevermore,
Kept close to his heart and
safe.
the Son of Man before me.
In Him I am held forevermore,
Kept close to his heart and
safe.
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