TWO ROADS…BOTH TAKEN
Two roads diverging,
Each going one way…
In life we don’t find these roads one time,
But each and every day.
I found a woman who looked so fine
I had to conquer her…
She was willing to give some ground
And the rest became a blur.
Engaged to be married,
With a full-time job needed on plate…
Relationship roots, or lack of, bore fruit
About which he could not debate.
She found one four months later,
While he took four years to unwind…
She happily married while she parried
The loser, who wished he were blind.
Another intersection presented
A way to get out of his funk…
He gradually found a way to come ’round,
Had to move, so he packed up his trunk.
Finding spiritual friends in the mountains,
Christians maturing like wine…
Healing proceeded however was needed
As Jesus gave him His time.
In a year or two, drawn into ministry,
Eventually convinced of the need…
To stop his striving and carnal conniving
To be from his burden set free.
And then when least expected,
An answer came out of the blue…
In indirect answer of a plea for support
He found a pen pal, too!
For she had just (he learned afterwards)
Submitted to Christ her fate….
What grew from that initial exchange,
Is, after twenty-five years, still great!!!