The Road

I stand where two roads head off from one
Both drenched in shadow, 
While I'm splashed with sun.

I sit and wait for an answer to come
From left or right or back behind,
Which to be to, which to be from.

I accost the sky, I put out a fleece,
And all the while I sit here at the fork in the road,
Waiting for heaven to sign my release. 

But soon this summer turns to fall,
With winter's chill not far behind
And still I have not heard the call.

In deepest chill my mind is racing,
My shoes worn down
By left and right pacing.

Now resolute, my mind's made up
And down one path I tread, knowing full well if it's wrong
How empty will be my cup.

But soon I find the paths collide
Not an hours walk down the road
And I feel a fool for waiting now, waiting to choose a side.

Don't wait for God to negate faith,
He only asks that you love and act
And trust Him with your fate.