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Crossroads

Where do I come from?
Where am I going?
From an egg to the chick to the wandering hen-
passing both city and country alike
while the road behind keeps growing and growing.
Scratching for grain
scattered by the way
sustenance from those who've gone on before,
placing my feet in the well-worn prints
walking a straight and narrow path.
Struggling o'er mountains
with thunder all around,
with his angels' arms around me
I feel safe and sound.
Traveling through the wastelands
wandering all alone,
wondering what wonders
I shall see before the Throne.
As far as the east is from the west,
I've come that far through grace,
I'm headed for my home
and long to see His face.
No sign of life where I stand,
except the path I run,
when I come across a path so wide
it's hard to tell where it begun.
it begins at a garden
and runs to a land
full of agony and suffering,
for those who reject this path at hand.
It looks busy, well traveled,
and ever so tempting,
To my disgust and shock,
I find my self relenting.
I'd traveled a section of it before
but then had changed my way
and instead of heading towards the night
had turned my face towards day.
Now, it has crossed my path again.
I could go back, back,
back to the old way-
but I can't.
I'm traveling forward,
beyond that wide, paved path,
down the dusty trail
following the Crossroad.

Author notes

This was kind of inspired by Pilgrim's Progress. I don't know why I compared Christians to hens...Have Fun
Written September 1st, 2006

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  • Xox ILY xoX
    January 13, 2007
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    Wow. o_o

    This I didn't quite expect, but I think I'm getting your point. At least I hope so. Your poem had a good flow to it here and there, and how you word yourself is pretty unique. I like unique, it's always good to find someone who can say it in a new way. Thank you for sharing your work. Good job.


  • grassisgreener
    January 13, 2007

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    The assonance you use in this piece makes it...float...for lack of a better adjective. In other words, I love the tone of the piece. =


  • Julianne Michelle
    January 11, 2007
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    This poem is lovely. I really enjoyed the flow and the subtle rhyming. It's very low-key and peaceful. A vision of a tremendous journey in a prespective that seems...on top of things. Ready to handle it. Ready to live. I like it a lot, good luck in the contest!

  • BobbyJean
    January 6, 2007
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    This is great!!!
    Good luck.
    And thank you.
    BJ


  • Artemis Gem
    September 2, 2006
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    could go back, back,
    back to the old way-
    but I can't.
    I'm traveling forward,
    beyond that wide, paved path,
    down the dusty trail
    following the Crossroad.



    wow-ah I see the resemblence-
    well done!
    your writing style is great!
    pegleg


    • Chibi-chan
      January 3, 2007
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      you'e like, the only one who's ever commented on this...

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