I find myself standing at the cross road;
Four roads seen around my four corners,
Amidst trials and tribulations am I at the cross road,
Longing to choose one of the four roads.
I experience life on my standpoint:
Blues flashed across my face;
Tempests struck at my mind;
Volcanoes erupt at my heart;
Tsunamis hit at my eyes;
Tremors jolt my toes;
Pandemics intrude into my veins;
Fear of death freezes my emotions;
Fear of fear grips my soul.
So, I decide to escape from my standpoint.
I took the first corner road and walked awhile,
Alas! A scary crocodile with wide opening jaws!
I retrieved to my standpoint and gasped awhile.
The second corner road invited me,
I took the invitation note and walked on,
Creepy! The serpent with a glittering fruit longed for me!
I ran back with a loud scream.
I thought of the third corner and set out,
Terrifying! A ravening beast craved for spirit,
I retreated in wind speed.
It was the final choice of the fourth road,
As a snail I crawled on the pathway,
Weird! A black ghost to devour my soul,
I flew back with timeless speed.
I preferred my standpoint.
There I heard a voice from Above:
“Look Above! He’s the Way,
It is the not the fifth way.
The Only Way to Eternity with Him.

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