The landscape of my thoughts
is like a roadmap
and I ponder the path,
strewn with old and new.
And like packing my backpack,
I must decide
what is necessary
and needed.
You listen, as I think out loud,
and order begins to take shape.
I must remember the gravity
of the choices I make.
I know, as with backpacking,
They could mean life or death.
Pr 18:21 Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and they who indulge in it shall eat the fruit of it [for death or life]. [Matt. 12:37]
