Choices

I used to hear about punishment for sins

Now I see love, it is me who punishes myself

I formerly wondered at all the suffering in the world

Now I know that, out of love, we are given the freedom to choose for ourselves

Puzzling the autocracy of the idea that I must revere or be condemned

I understand that I honour what I choose to

I often thought of myself as forsaken

I find out that I was never alone

My past is profuse with instances of when I was aided in sustaining

I have come to know that, because we are so loved we are given freedom

And because that love is so strong, choice will never we taken away

That no matter what the bearing, we choose our own path

There being only one correct path, and that is through God