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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Finding spiritual friends in the mountains,

Christians maturing like wine…

Healing proceeded however was needed

As Jesus gave him His time.

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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.

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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!

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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!!!

 

–Jonathan Caswell