When you have to make a choice and don't make it, that is in itself a choice. ~William James
There is a feast of options
on the banquet table of life
we can sip it's warm brew
and all it has to offer
and then sit back and read between the lines
of what may lay before us
giving us the ability
to choose our next move
who will be king
and who holds our happiness
that is in our hands
and on our tongue
...we can decide
to swallow
or to just spit it out.
see...you wrote what i was trying to find and couldn't!!!..brilliant..x
ReplyDeleteA feast of options...I like that!
ReplyDeleteit really is all about choices isn't it....beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteAh, the banquet table of life ~~ how true!
ReplyDeletewho will we let be king of our lives...it is our choice...nice carrie
ReplyDeleteVery nicely posed. A choice by any other name would...
ReplyDeleteThank God for choices! If we don't like it, we spit it out. Loved this!
ReplyDeleteCarrie,
ReplyDeleteVery nice and so thoughtful. Prayerful in fact, since we must be thankful to have choices in life.
Best wishes, Carrie.
Eileen
you are in charge, love the idea.
ReplyDeleteoh well done Carrie!
ReplyDeleteVery good ... I loved this :o)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed thoughts, Carrie. And I like your music too!
ReplyDeleteHi Carrie, I like your poem and the opening quote, it makes me think of Rush's song Free Will.
ReplyDeleteThere is a feast of options
ReplyDeleteon the banquet table of life
Nice :-)
I like the shape of you Magpie as well as the content. It's like a little Lego man wearing a straw hat!
ReplyDeleteI'll spit with you. :)
ReplyDeleteooooooooooooh, i like this one!!
ReplyDeletereally very interesting.
and super short, and super easy to read.
the words perfectly fit the image and convey a wonderful thought! loved it..found your blog by way of others today and glad to have stopped by..
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