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Crossroads of Frost and Flame
- Crossroads of Frost and Flame -
I came upon a crossroads, knowing not the way to go.
The road ahead was paved with the hottest burning fire,
But all others were covered with bitterest winter snow.
I tried the icy trails a ways, but verily soon I began to tire…
Fiercely, did the winds about me howl and madly blow.
I thought thence of returning to that difficult path of flame,
Though I know that course was hard, I knew it was dire!
My courage failed me for a time, and in cold I did remain.
For I could not bear to embrace the flames of my pyre!
I pressed on, despite the chill, despite the growing pain.
The storm about me raged, until my breath became frost,
And no sign was there to be seen, for any eye to follow.
I feared the worst had happened, that I was forever lost!
The route that seemed so easy became a grave, shallow.
I would have to go back, whatever the most needful cost…
And so to the crossroads I came, no other way left to go.
The road ahead was still burning with the intensity of fire,
As: all others were still covered with bitterest winter snow.
I dared not return to icy trails, to face their pale deadly ire,
So fearfully, the simplest answer began at length to show.
I steeled myself to approach, trembling, the path of flame,
Though I know that course was hard, I knew it was dire!
My courage would not fail me, and steadfast I did remain.
Now I could at last bear to embrace my so roaring pyre!
I pressed on, despite all terror, despite any growing pain.
The inferno raged about me, but no part of me did burn…
For no power was in it, to singe flesh or the spirit to sear.
I could feel my old strength, and my lost warmth, return!
The route that seemed impossible had now become clear.
I saw the truths beyond illusions, illumination did I learn!
I left behind the crossroads; I now knew the way to go…
Long since melted to naught, was the bitter winter snow.
I trod along green and pleasant trails and never did I tire!
My spirit had been reborn without death; ne’er to expire.
Freely, did the gentle breezes, about the meadows blow!
And finally I allowed my heart to be free of bygone woe.
The perils I had faced, were son long into the past gone…
And so with newfound peace in my heart, I journeyed on.
I came upon a crossroads, knowing not the way to go.
The road ahead was paved with the hottest burning fire,
But all others were covered with bitterest winter snow.
I tried the icy trails a ways, but verily soon I began to tire…
Fiercely, did the winds about me howl and madly blow.
I thought thence of returning to that difficult path of flame,
Though I know that course was hard, I knew it was dire!
My courage failed me for a time, and in cold I did remain.
For I could not bear to embrace the flames of my pyre!
I pressed on, despite the chill, despite the growing pain.
The storm about me raged, until my breath became frost,
And no sign was there to be seen, for any eye to follow.
I feared the worst had happened, that I was forever lost!
The route that seemed so easy became a grave, shallow.
I would have to go back, whatever the most needful cost…
And so to the crossroads I came, no other way left to go.
The road ahead was still burning with the intensity of fire,
As: all others were still covered with bitterest winter snow.
I dared not return to icy trails, to face their pale deadly ire,
So fearfully, the simplest answer began at length to show.
I steeled myself to approach, trembling, the path of flame,
Though I know that course was hard, I knew it was dire!
My courage would not fail me, and steadfast I did remain.
Now I could at last bear to embrace my so roaring pyre!
I pressed on, despite all terror, despite any growing pain.
The inferno raged about me, but no part of me did burn…
For no power was in it, to singe flesh or the spirit to sear.
I could feel my old strength, and my lost warmth, return!
The route that seemed impossible had now become clear.
I saw the truths beyond illusions, illumination did I learn!
I left behind the crossroads; I now knew the way to go…
Long since melted to naught, was the bitter winter snow.
I trod along green and pleasant trails and never did I tire!
My spirit had been reborn without death; ne’er to expire.
Freely, did the gentle breezes, about the meadows blow!
And finally I allowed my heart to be free of bygone woe.
The perils I had faced, were son long into the past gone…
And so with newfound peace in my heart, I journeyed on.
Published 26th Mar 2013
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26th Mar 2013 10:34am
Travelling this life, we get to choose our pathways. Sometimes the bitterest path leads to the sweetest...and we journey on. Good read, Jessica.
27th Mar 2013 3:45am
So very true, dear Grace! Sometimes the best paths are the hardest to walk at first, but which become easier as time goes on. It isn't always easy to know what paths to take, but that is what life and experience are all about: finding our way. I've found mine at long last, but it took me quite the winding way to get there. Lol. I'm happy you liked this meditation on such thoughts, my friend. :)
Anonymous
27th Mar 2013 8:09pm
Through ice and through water, the path to the enlightening flame follows its own ways...
A wonderful encouraging write by you, dear Jessica!
A wonderful encouraging write by you, dear Jessica!
27th Mar 2013 11:10pm
Thank you, big sister dear! Indeed, you have the mystical side of it well understood my friend. As always, it was a pleasure to read your comment, which was as wise, insightful, and sweet as always! :)
