Constant
Each waking moment,
I stand each at a fresh
crossroad, choices open.
Love and ego present
clear or muddied options.
No waking moment is free
of opportunity, risk, hope,
danger, power of choice.
We live at the crossroad.
Victoria Hendricks
November 14, 2010
I love this poem and the reminder that every moment we make choices.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful positive outlook! It seems we never LEAVE the crossroad.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful message, Victoria!
ReplyDeletelovely word painting.
ReplyDeletecrossroad give us opportunity to think and react.