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Cross Roads

With pats on my back, they smiled and waved good-bye.

I knew someday, I would be standing at these crossroads.

Not long ago, with my back to everything I've known,

I shouldered my pack and off I went.

At crossroads, I stand alone.

The crossroads lay before me now, and where are my companions?

Where are those smiles that used to light the way for me,

And the words of encouragement said in such pleasant tones?

I know that they cannot be here today.

At crossroads, I stand alone.

I have traversed my crags and ravines with grim determination.

I have run blindly through tall grass and leapt across bottomless chasms.

I have floated downstream on my back, gazing at the clouds; at home.

I have never doubted my strength in faith,

But at crossroads, I stand alone.

I stand at my crossroads in the deafening silence and half light.

God guides me, but today He stands waiting silently.

This is His most precious and terrible gift and I am on my own.

I have prayed that he might intercede.

But at crossroads, I stand alone.

At crossroads, there are gates that close behind the traveler.

I saw that happen once.

I don't mind crossroads.

I just wish someone was with me today.

February 8, 1999