Choices

It's not like a new pair of shoes that you're choosing
Or a fashion accessory
It's not like a sundae that you are refusing
Or…fine if it works for me
It's not a preference like music or silence
Or a moment that steals your breath
We all are choosing even in our refusing
Eternal life or death

It's not like the weather and choosing sunshine
Over a rainy day
We cannot assume in our indecision
Eventually it will go away
And we can't decide on Judgment Morn
To decline our life's reward
Hope that was born 'neath a crown of thorns
Cannot be ignored

It's not like the choices which seem to abound
Here on this troubled earth
It's an invitation wherein is found
New life and a new birth
Will we choose Jesus and His gift of love?
Our hope when life grows dim
For there is no grace that can replace
The life we find in Him

Yes, we are choosing even in our refusing
And in our dying breath
We'll hear the voice of our choice
Eternal life or death

This poem was a finalist in the September 2009 poetry contest