CROSSROADS
At every new bend in the road
Or choice of turns at a crossroad
I stop and wonder
Where we are
Where we have been
Where we might go
The road has been long and winding
Through sweet meadows
Rolling plains
Gentle grasslands
We’ve survived sojourns in dry deserts
Climbed mountains steep
Often without looking back
For fear of falling forever
Into to the void of emptiness
That would encompass us
If ever our ways were to part
I think too about who we were
Young, Idealistic
Wanting to end war, prejudice and hate
Make the world a better place
For children you never had
We chose different roads
But our paths intersected once again
We found sweetness in the meadows
Of renewed friendship
Joy in gentle winds that touched
The grasslands
Bountiful rain drenched our spirits
There were uphill struggles
Downhill slopes
New crossroads