Fork in road

         Gathered at a fork in the road of life. Which way
do I turn? The mind wanders to a moment where
emptiness called me. Carefully recalling how lost I was
then.

          Now I have opened my mind to all that Jehovah
gives as possibilities in life.

          Looking one way to the next. Uncertain as to
which way to proceed. I give myself to Jehovah in a
silent prayer. Oh Jehovah I hope you hear my concerns
and guide me to the right directions.

          Distance carries us all through grand channels.
Drifting over all that is there and gone. Still with
Jehovah I stand tall. He helps push me back up.

           Oh how I must remind self that not all needs
to be discussed nor displayed to the world. Still I find
myself in hope of explaining the roaring emotions to
you, to anyone.

           Standing here, beside my car, I weigh what my
conscience says to do. So hard, I try in mind, to reason
with what is obvious. Still the conscience is right. No
longer am I intrigued by the fork in the road. All I know
is that I rely on Jehovah for direction.

           So staying quiet among the rumbling times is
hard but trusting that Jehovah knows what is best for
me is easy. So here I wait for the patience I so dearly
need in these most trying times. Ah am overjoyed
with the release of pressure choking me from inside.

         Smoothly choosen for moment. No longer
standing, waiting at the gathering point. Grateful to
begin a new adventure with Jehovah.

         How about you brother, sister of mine?