Tuesday, December 16, 2014

The Crossroads

Here at the crossroads,

I face a choice,

To leave a world of slavery,

The only world I've ever known.


Ahead I see a bright future,

Of a king to serve many,

With treasures untold,

Along with freedom and peace.


It is time to take that step,

As scary as it seems,

To leave this forsaken place,

This well known wilderness.


Every life has a season.

And every season has a purpose.

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© December 2014

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