Do I take the
car along tarred winding road?
Or plane
flying high to carry my heavy load?
Do I take a
ship to cross ocean´s blue pool?
Maybe a cart
pulled by long suffering mule?
I stand at crossroads,
no knowing which way,
Do I turn left,
right, do I go round, or just stay?
Heart tells me
straight & head just stays dumb,
My vision sees
it all, yet my soul feels so numb.
At the crossroads
I crumble, I fall, kneel & pray,
Asking Lord´s
angels to please show me the way,
Highway &
byway, paths & the long lonely road,
Please, which
do I take Lord, to my final abode?
On the horizon
of my soul, there appeared a light,
Now the cobwebs
lifted & removed, gifting me sight,
And it shone,
suddenly becoming so apparently clear,
That the road
I should take was so very, very near.
Go to the East
& you´ll be met by day´s rosy dawn,
Turn right to
the South & sun will give you fair morn,
West where sun
beds the earth & kisses the moon,
Leads North to
earth, where you´ll be born again soon.
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