Crossroads

Sometimes the burden of liberty weighs heavier than the burden of peonage What if the debt has been settled in the tumult of the past? Will the peace of the now lay still and remember? Why, pray tell in this so-called freedom did I find more bondage and misery and weeping? Why this chafing amidst release? Is there a secret in the happiness of men? Is it hidden in the furrows of the scholars brow, or the folds of the reverend’s stole? For I was traversing a road that lay straight for miles ahead never noticing the cross spreading its wings beneath me And lo, from within rose my anger like brimstone from the mouth of Erebus and fleeing my rage I fell in this crevasse of despair and there there was silence and longing and anger still and wanting nothing of the world. is this wrath a righteous will of God or a travesty of man? is it my redemption or perdition? Is this the cross where the Messiah died or the cross where the Devil lied? I need answers before this chasm closes around me.