Please stop and turn 'round—
O, what do you see?
Where have you traveled,
just where should you be?
Who's holding your hand?
Who's leading the way?
Where are you going?
Will you be okay?
Are you pleased with life
and all you have done?
Would you change a thing,
or would you change none?
Come take a good look
at the path ahead
Is it filled with ruts—
is it one you dread?
It's never too late
to alter your course.
Submit to the Lord—
you'll never be forced.
He'll make your path straight,
not crooked with bends.
He'll send His angels
equipped to defend.
They'll guide and protect
each day and each night,
and should you fall down,
they'll set you upright.
This poem was a finalist in the
March 2023 poetry contest