Choose

woven empty basket
wobbling on the river
with space to carry  
salvation  
but stolen by fear  
 
you wander aimlessly  
from village to village
no message to unveil  
Possibilities
evade those who won’t venture  
 
the fruit you may  
one day carry inside  
your Creator would rather hide  
legacy  
may not grace this temple  
 
the one you love  
would love to lavish
you with treasure  
Immortal  
Emptiness  
 
is a safer course  
than rivers of blood
Fate might give you  
a servant or prophet  
or King  
 
or worse still
nothing