Lifesong

There are two ways in life.
Two choices apply.
One choice is to live.
One choice is to die.
 
If I focus on death
I’m worthless like chaff:
separate,
rootless,
and crass.
Lacking in sense,
riding the fence,
wasted,
searching
for more.
Walking in dark,
standing unmarked,
resenting
the law  
of my Lord.
Sitting alone
with thoughts’
undertone
of places
I ought not to be.
Standing transfixed
by solar eclipse,
scorning  
the light
I can’t see.
 
Yet...
 
If I focus on living,
I’m strong  
like a tree.
I naturally choose
to nourish my leaves
by rooting myself,
preventing the wither,
drawing my life
from the flow  
of the river.
Reach out  
as I grow,
living in truth,
reap what I sow,
bearing much fruit.
I rise
toward the sun,
focused in thought,
surviving the heat  
in seasons of drought.
Embracing
then rain
with branches that bend,
knowing it strengthens  
my heart to depend
on the roots of my faith,
on promises true,
belief they’ll prevail
and never  
fall through.
Like a tree  
planted strong,
I’ll meditate long
and prosper  
in all I may do.
 
There are two ways in life.
Two choices apply.
One choice is to live.
One choice is to die.
 
“Oh, the joys of those who do not follow the advice of the wicked, or stand around with sinners, or join in with mockers. But they delight in the law of the Lord, meditating on it day and night. They are like trees planted along the riverbank, bearing fruit each season. Their leaves never wither, and they prosper in all they do. But not the wicked! They are like worthless chaff, scattered by the wind. They will be condemned at the time of judgment. Sinners will have no place among the godly. For the Lord watches over the path of the godly, but the path of the wicked leads to destruction.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭1:1-6‬ ‭NLT‬‬