Poem: Choices

Choices
Never a shortage
Moment by moment choices are made.

Will I ever know the
Cause
Effects
Results
The full implications
Before I act (or don’t)

Or is it only in hindsight that I will ever become aware?

Choices
Every day I make them
Some I consider deeply

Some I worry about,
I mull
Ponder
I am concerned at the potential outcomes of those choices,
Concerned at the potentials I feel I cannot control.

Other choices I make instantly
No thought
Straight action
No consideration

Done
Dusted
Complete
Made

Their results
Unknown
Untested
Untried
Unconsidered

Will I ever understand the
Full weight
Implication/s
The absolute Truth of my choice?

A choice made on a diamond point*
Can change ones life forever,
In ways never considered…

Towards love
More truth
Joy
Pleasure
Happiness
Fulfillment
Connection
Trust

Or away from love, into further
Addiction
Spiritual darkness
Despair
Pain & suffering.

Will I ever know the full extent of every choice
I made
Make
Will make
Before I make it?

Or will I always be looking back in hindsight?

The choices I didn’t make often feel heavier than those I made
Acted upon
Lived.

The doing taught me more than thinking ever has.

When the book of truth is opened and I stand before my maker,
Maybe then I will understand.

I would like to know before that.
To understand now
Immediate
To see through God’s goggles**
The truth of my
Choices
Decisions
Actions
Motivatons
Intentions

The truth of my
Inaction
Indecision
Lack of desire to love

Right, wrong
Wrong, right
Black, White
Suspend judgement

Make a choice
Watch it ripple
Watch it grow, enlarge, excite
Watch it shrivel, shrink, diminish
Seek, act, observe, learn

Make the choice.
As I stand on the diamond point,
I know it will change the course of my life in more ways than I yet understand.

That is the power of each choice.

 

Eloisa, 4 February 2021, 21.39pm

Note: with thanks to my friends for the following references

* Thanks to Aphraar, (Through the Mists) for the reference to the diamond point.

** Thanks to Mary Magdalene for the image of looking through God’s goggles