Choice

The path of life is never straight
Riddled with twists and turns
Many a time crossed by brambles thick
As many a traveler learns

The roads of this long journey
Diverge now and then
Eyes awash with forks and crosses
Which seem beyond out ken!

This or that, what and which
Form this expedition’s tale
Every step a new riddle unfolds
Along this winding trail…

Some forks are left behind,
Some crossroads never seen again
You can but follow your chosen path
Lamenting loss is all in vain.

For most of us, the life we forge
Is nothing but the fruit of choice
Listen well to what the conscience says
For it softly speaks in His voice!