The Stones of Choice

As I walk the rocky road of life, stones and rocks do burden me,
I trip, fall and pick up stones of choices to carry that weigh on me.
I often carry a heavy load for years on end that keep me bound,
Beneath a heavy load I bear not willing to lighten what I’ve found.

My choice to carry my burdens does seem to gain clarity as I age,
Realizing that the stones I choose to discard can make me a sage.
Yet onward I press carrying stones of choices I have yet to discard,
Feeling certain the load I carry no one else would for me regard.

Finding myself bound by the rocks and stones I choose to carry,
Provides opportunities along the way, do I lay them down to bury?
Do I find a place of peace to set them aside as I worship the Lord,
Stacking them precisely beside my path as I take steps forward?

I find that my choices have led me to a place, where I get to decide,
Do I build alters of praise from the mounds that I raise or do I hide?
In the GASB where I feel loved surrounded by others who fail to see,
No matter how often I throw rocks at others, my sins remain with me.

David S. Maughan © 3/10/2026
GASB= Great And Spacious Building
1 Nephi 8:26-27