Roads I Travel

Roads I have traveled were never straight

None will ever end at heaven’s gate

Paths from that road made twisted turns

I think in life one never learns

That good judgment is purchased at the going rate

A soul is the cost of angelic state

The alternative is to forever burn

In fires we kindle in that road of wrong turns

Reflect now on your life before it's too late

There is still time to clean a darkened slate

There is time to know that you can't earn

Good deeds and kindness are not coins in an urn

You can never have too many good deeds on your plate

They can't be traded or guarantee your fate

But at the end of your life's mortal term

They may give pause to others so that they don't burn

©4/5/07 Terry Sutherland

Sans Peur, Terry

Background Sequence by Jack Hall

Graphic by David Hughes