Crossroads of Time

Image by Laura Olejua via Flickr

We stand in the crossroads of time.

God speaks to us in whispers,

like the gentle flutter of butterfly wings.

Too often we are so busy shouting,

listening for our own song to be sung

we fail to to hear the sweet voice

that longs to nudge us on the pathway

meant for our choosing.

Life is beautiful,

filled with more than our hearts can contain.

How much me miss

as we stumble blindly

down weed strewn pathways.

Still, God gives us new crossroads

along the way,

hoping we will finally open our eyes

to the beauty that awaits.