Crossroads of Consequence

I stared at the crossroads far and wide.
I knew that I needed to turn.
The maneuver was tricky, requiring skill,
So I passed it, to never return.

I knew I could make needed course corrections

Traveling on my way.
I was late, so in order to make my appointment
I hopped on a swift passing train.

We journeyed for hours; the going was slow.

The map showed a long, winding road.
I knew if I tarried my deadline would pass,
My progress substantially slowed.

I started on foot, determined to make it,

Trudging through wild terrain.
I stopped at a campsite discouraged, exhausted,
My head hanging low with disdain.

I couldn't believe how quickly it happened.

My choice led me legions apart.
If only I'd turned all those miles ago,
I would never have traveled this far.

Anna M. Molgard

© 2008 Faithsong Publications, L.L.C.
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