Wednesday, November 13, 2013

The Travele's Choice

He stands at a fork in the road-bent, bowed and weary from his journey.  A choice  must be made, to continue forward on the hard, cold road or take the branch that leads quickly to his narrow bed.

The dark hag beacons him, urging him to ride her brother's pale horse to that cold inn.  To put his burdens, pain and cares down- to rest full and dark.  No companion is there to urge him on, not for a long time.  No faith keeps him on his journey, no hope for a lighter load tomorrow.  Only duty to the innocent holds him to his steepening path.  Few joys have have lightened his burdens, few companions have traveled with him for long.  Each joy and companion he treasures as he journeys down the path looking forward to the next unexpected treasure around the next bend. 
    
He considers his pains and his desires, then hikes up his burdens to continue down the path he is on.  Pains, sorrows and loneliness travel on with him, but he continues.  There is still joy to be found and the possibility of companions on this road before he rest.  The fork in the road is never too far ahead to take, but for now he will wait to rest in his narrow bed.
 

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