Crossroads
There are
divisions on
life's narrow
line, where
paths on left
unite with
paths on right.
The crossroads
we encounter,
intertwine-
must choose which way- and oft by black of night.
On left, perhaps the Devil’s wish- we turn; on right, a
path more blessed by God; we find the choice can lose
the soul with no return, or help it rise to happiness refined.
With God and Devil, we must live our years; the balance
is an act we
face each day.
At times the
the narrow
line is blurred
by fears- go
right, go left-
a choice to
make- we pray
the one we
then must
choose will
suit our quest;
our only judge-
a conscience well at rest.
September 22, 2021
Contest: Your Option
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2021
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