I choose
to take the lower part,
to bend, to yield,
to pay the cost,
to give,
drawing deep
from wells of grace,
to set the other free,
and, demanding no rights,
to love…
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I choose this path,
though some may call me a fool,
I still choose it,
even stooping to the ground
to write fool
in the dirt,
while others shout over my head,
demand their rights,
and cry for wrongs to be recognised,
I choose it…
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I choose love,
I choose grace,
the lower way,
I choose the road less traveled….
Eternal footsteps 