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Choices

I am free to choose where I plant my feet, to ramble down the path and into the sun In the orange columns cast by lamps on the street crouch saddened people who have received none. I am free to choose the order of the words, whether they roll off my tongue or into my ears From outside come spilling the songs of birds They know nothing of chains; they have no fears. I am free to choose the title of my poem and embroider each letter with colors my own Each man’s tale is not for men to condemn Only One can reveal seeds the Devil has sown. So I refuse to choose between silver and gold I shun all the idols flesh and blood have made The world passes, time paints masks of old Slowly, slowly, the mist is beginning to fade. I refuse to choose the gaping wide river that asks for an ink heart, rebukes true faiths The current is noisy, with a cold, secret shiver – its lukewarm waters swarming with wraiths. I refuse to choose between Father and Son for one is the radiance of the other’s glory There is only one path I am entitled to run with joy, for I trust He who is writing my story.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 11/20/2017 12:48:00 PM
Very well done, a fine poem!
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Date: 1/3/2016 6:59:00 PM
This is a tough one, but I love the oem
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Date: 7/6/2010 6:50:00 AM
Congrats Grace on your HM in the freedom and liberty contest with this outstanding write.. enjoy your very special honor my friend.. with luv from the "Sweetheart" ...AlohA...
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Date: 7/6/2010 4:22:00 AM
Congratulations Grace on your win in Dane Ann's contest "Liberty and Freedom to Choose". Love, Carol
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Date: 7/6/2010 4:10:00 AM
Hi Grace-- wonderful poem that highlights how we still have choices, and with a great message too that reminds us to trust in God--congrats for your HM :) --nikko :)
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Date: 6/30/2010 7:52:00 AM
Freedom is priceless. I enjoy reading this poem.
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Date: 6/29/2010 4:50:00 AM
I especially like the last stanza..The first two lines expresses what so many women face about the love for their son and their love for their husband...I always remember that it is said "A son is son until he takes a wife but a daughter is a daughter for the rest of her life"...This is so true...Sara
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