I started this poem early yesterday morning before being distracted by sunrise skies...
before being moved by this message...
before Sunday dinner at my parents...
before not getting home til after dark
before beginning another week as soon as our feet hit home-turf last night
...and somehow it became a poem about choices
because SO much has happened recently to
impress on me the long-term impact of choices!
This race of hopes and dreams we chase and replace year by year
Is like game of guesses always veiled in Now and Here
Where mankind, always caught between what was and waits to be
Must choose to trust in God or wallow in fear’s misery
Choice is an awesome twinkle in the eye of centuries
Its impact, none can fathom as its slips from touch with ease
To endure the dynamics of a far and forward path
Where many feet will follow in its concrete aftermath
So subtle in its bearing, Choice sets out a vast buffet
And voices if the heart could talk the words that it would say
And like a spark can start a fire, Choice, cruel or kind
Can set a course in motion that never once crossed the mind
Time’s steadfast pace of change, while oft it rearranges plans
Can never thwart the channels that the mercy of God spans
Then, take heart, fellow-traveler, for the unknown road we face
Runs through and to the outstretched hands of everlasting grace
…so we may choose to trust or wallow in fear’s misery
And we may choose gods doomed to dust or Love’s Authority
And we may choose to lose our life in answer to God’s call
Or choose to turn our backs on Him and through this lose it all
© Janet Martin