Our Choice

Walking on a hot and scorching day We meet a splitting of the way A way downwards looking shady, some trees are there A way upwards, sandy without trees, just looking bare Somewhere deep inside we know The downwards shady path goes low And down that place, there is no tree Just heat and sweat and more ennui Somewhere deep inside we are aware That the way up, though initially a little bare Will bring us to a place with lots of shade and big relief It is God’s way, so I believe Shall we choose the way below with instant pleasure? Leading down to a place of heat, we cannot measure Or shall we make little effort on the upper way? And enjoy shade and breeze day by day