Where the road forks in Twain At the crossroads where the road forks in twain, A soul stands still, caught in life's stern vise. Each path a promise, each a separate pain, In the heart's deep well, doubt churns like thin ice. One way leads to the known, the safe, the sure, The other, dark with the unknown's allure. The soul, with heavy breath, must now decide, Between the comfort past or future's tide. Yet in this moment of moral unrest, A whisper of faith stirs within the chest. For though the journey's fraught with unseen test, It's in the choosing that we are expressed. So step forth, brave heart, with faith as your guide, Where roads diverge, let your conscience preside. GFK