Once while sitting quietly
I heard a voice.
A soft voice
Yet one of great power.
A voice carried on a gentle breeze
Yet a voice of immense authority.
A peaceful voice
Yet one I could not ignore.
A voice I knew
A voice I had heard before
It was the voice of God.
"Son," he said, " I once gave Solomon a choice
As I am about to give you.
Solomon could choose anything he desired
He could have asked for power, riches or acclaim.
His choice was wisdom
A choice that unlocked everything else.
"Son," he said, "today I am giving you
the choice to change one decision from your past
One decision and only one decision that you most regret
Choose wisely as my servant Solomon did."
I knew my choice should not come quickly
I knew there were so many decisions I wish I could change.
There are so many regrets both large and small
Which one should I choose?
Which one do I regret the most?
Could it be a time I should have said, "I love you"
Or a time I spoke words in anger?
Could it be a friendship I let slip away
Or someone I didn't approach?
Could it be a time I gave what wasn't mine to give
Or a time I choose not to offer a helping hand?
Could it be a time I choose to stay
Or a time I wish I hadn't gone?
Could it be a secret I kept far to long
Or a time I let one loose?
Could it be a time I choose to look
Or a time I turned away?
Could it be a cry I didn't hear
Or one I stopped to listen too?
There are so many choices I wish I could change
So many regrets for opportunities missed
Which of all of these do I want to change?
Then it came to me
There was one made in the distant past
One I no longer remember
Yet one I know I made.
One that brought me the most heartache
Yet once made became easier to repeat.
One that scars my past
Yet remains invisible to all
One that most of all I wish I had never made.
"Lord," I said, "I know the decision I want to change."
"What is it?" he asked.
"I want to change the first time I chose my path over yours,
the first time I followed my will and not yours.
That above all else is what I regret the most."
He replied, "You have chosen wisely my son
That is the one that undoes all the rest."
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Poems About God
PoetryI'm not a poet by any means but I play one on TV (not really). I will add the occasional poem to this work from time to time. The first one is Allow Me
