Choices Matter

The choices we make
Shape who we become;
Who we are determines
The decisions that are made.

Some made without thinking,
Other’s pondered over quite a bit;
Some hugely consequential,
Others’s appearing counterfeit.

Good or bad choices occur quite often
Good or best less frequently;
Our lives shaped by the former,
The others point out our destiny.

Like choosing what to do
on dark, damp, rainy days
It’s wet so let’s do nothing
Or take the time to contemplate.

First taking time to notice
The rain that’s trickling down;
Is it moisture recycling
Or something more profound?

Rain can force us to slow down,
Spend time alone with ourselves,
Gain new perspective
What’s important, what to shelve.

The weather’s a barometer
Measuring how we actually feel,
Are our lives bright and sunny,
Or a bolt of lightning set to peal?

Do our lives have meaning
Or is it roulette, dice or chance;
A blessing from the Father
Or just pure happenstance?

Our choices have futures
We each control our destiny;
We can do good for others
Or contribute to satan’s mutiny.

Mason Swinney


About menmourningmoments

I'm happily married, the Father of 2 sons and 2 daughters and 4 beautiful grandchildren. Death is all around us but somehow we've managed to distance ourselves from it. Men, Mourning, Moments is about how the death of my son awakened me to life & the desire to seize every moment as though it were my last. It's about making sense of life in the good times and bad and allowing GOD to carry me and teach me through the hard times in life.
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