The Narrow Road
by Kelly F. Barr
As I travel through this life
Facing troubles and strife;
I come to a fork in the road
Adjust my backpack, shifting its load.
To my left, the road is wide
And many are traveling there.
There’s a narrow footpath on the other side;
One or two slowly walk it with care.
Antics and raucous laughter
From the wide road echo.
A gentle push aids the first, from the one after,
On the narrow road, as their pace slows.
“Which road will you choose?”
Speaks a still, small voice.
“On which is there less to lose?”
I ask and wait, poised.
“Destruction awaits at the end of the wide road.
The narrow road leads to life.”
“The journey’s much harder on the narrow,” I crow.
“Yes, and you may choose — eternal strife or eternal life.”
From the wide road, friends’ voices call to me.
I stand up straight, breathe deep, and wipe my brow.
No friends on the narrow road do I see.
Decision made: Eternal Life — more valuable than the ease of the journey.