These Infinite Other Ways

You prove me wrong over and over
I’m sure I’m to go a certain way
Then You open up another…

Then one after another…
So many paths to choose from
I find myself confused with wonder

Which of the infinite ways?
Which is right for me?
Which of these lead to Your place?

Your place, Your place
Where Your beauty is present
Beyond time and space

Which of the paths I face
Of these infinite winding veins
Lead to Your place?

You say, “Choose.”
I say, “Just give me one.
I’m afraid to lose.”

You repeat, “Choose.
A loss greater than mistakes
Is to allow your freedom to lose.”

“But what if I’m wrong?
You know how prone I am to pride.
What if I choose the siren’s song?

And miss Your place…
Your City I’ve long desired
Lost for the rest of my days”

You are silent and still
Though I feel you are there
Or am I imagining my own will?

The sound of the wind and rustling
I listen, but they are all I hear
I hear no audible leading

So I choose a way
Of the infiite paths
I choose a road to stay

Am I wrong? Am I right?
I can only study and hope
And live by faith not by sight

I dream to find You present in Your place
Until then I must content
With my heart’s picture of Your face
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David Bonifacio

David Bonifacio Entrepreneur, social worker, writer, artist, CEO of Bridge, CEO of Elevation Partners, Managing Director of New Leaf Ventures. #db

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