We stand in the crossroads of time.
God speaks to us in whispers,
like the gentle flutter of butterfly wings.
Too often we are so busy shouting,
listening for our own song to be sung
we fail to to hear the sweet voice
that longs to nudge us on the pathway
meant for our choosing.
Life is beautiful,
filled with more than our hearts can contain.
How much me miss
as we stumble blindly
down weed strewn pathways.
Still, God gives us new crossroads
along the way,
hoping we will finally open our eyes
to the beauty that awaits.


Comments: 31
Marvelous , my dear
a NICE POEM WITH AESTHETIC INCENSE
Really nice poem and love the title
very nice Cheryl!
Very nice and very well written
Cheryl-you are in a very good place with your writing-this is beautiful.
Thank you, Sue...:)
Indeed, how much we do miss!! Lovely Cheryl, I really enjoyed this!
Beautiful, is life!
I love your work
Nice! Leaving aside the issue of God or no god, the crossroads are eternal, insistent, and beckon, either to be taken, or not, at our whim. There is, ultimately, only that which we do.
very well written! Beauty surrounds us everywhere, we just need to open our eyes to see it
thanks!
God bless you Cheryl for such a beautiful poem on an important subject.
You're a very talented writer dear!
thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Thanks, Angela!
Really nice work.
Cheryl this is incredibly beautiful. Too often I miss God's voice as I keep seeing and hearing my mistakes. May I make a copy of this for my personal use please?
Kevin....yes, by all means...feel free to make a copy...:)
Great poem. Sometimes it's hard to listen. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Howard.
Beautiful poem Cheryl.
thanks for sharing your poem
There is always such power in your writes! wonderfully done
turning a corner, good write Cheryl
This is absolutely wonderful, Cheryl. You are inspired!
This is a fine poem.
Alien blood
That touches my heart!