Crossroad

The little mouse let out another sigh. There she was…is still is. Standing still at the same spot for hours, or maybe even days. Head turn left. Head turn right. Sigh… yet another crossroad to crack her little head.

To journey to little town Nephille. Or to venture into the big city Damious. Both of the places are extremely wondrous. No doubt about that. And not that she is lodging any mousie judgment on any of the places. But definitely, she can’t be in two places at once.

Sigh…

“Go left…” One voice claimed. Huh? Who are ‘you’?

“Go right…” Didn’t ‘you’ just said go left? Or are ‘you’ not the same ‘you’?

Are ‘you’ me? Speaking too loudly in mind. Agitating at heart for a move forward. Attempting to be Miss I-know-everything-thus-should-control-everything, again?

Or, are ‘you’ the despicable ‘you’. Murmuring loathsome lies by the ear. Aiming to erupt an obnoxious catastrophe within the soul.

Or, mayhap, ‘you’… really ‘You’? The one and only One who can shepherd the little mouse out from her elaborated mind maze. Speak loudly dear One. For Your words are true light that guides one out from the darkest cave. What is this mousie labyrinth to You who can do all things.

Forgive this little mouse of her ignorance at times. Let Your voice be prominent and lucid. And torch the way for her.

To pass this crossroad, and come to another one. And another… and another… All in the journey to Your kingdom.