At intervals crossroads approach, offering us alternate destinations.
One way threatens arduous toil or maybe health and contentment.
The alternate offers less labour, perhaps heartbreak or damnation.
Unknowing which road would lead to a more desirable conclusion.
We take our choice through faith, or is it fate we follow blindly?
Demands made by cherished take precedence over our own desires.
We travel this highway, our choices made and filed for posterity.
We reach the end of our journey taking time to evaluate our path.
Mind and body worn, preparing for the everlasting rest that ensues.
We will be remembered for our choices by those that treasured us.
Just ease our earthly presence to rest, perpetual peace we are due.
©2010Trevor Litchfield
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