choice

It is always about choice…

Each and every moment…
no matter what the circumstance
or physical evidence of truth
I choose joy or sorrow
…peace or strife

Oh, what a blessed variety!

Brink of Epiphany

Balanced on the brink
of Epiphany

Filled with a knowing
that All is well

There arises a tapestry
a cacophony of voices

Urging and cheering
badgering and jeering
actions conflicting

It’s almost as if they are all right
For any movement, in faith
will spark a light

Strolling along past scenes

and dreams of consciousness

He arrived at a crossroads

in his mind

“I choose Joy!” he declared

as he took

the right path for himself