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The Ways
To every man there openeth
A Way, and Ways, and a Way.
And the High Soul climbs the High Way,
And the Low Soul gropes the Low,
And in between, on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.
But to every man there openeth
A High Way, and a Low.
And every man decideth
The way his soul shall go.
The Bard on the Hill 
Do we decide or are we drawn? ~Wondering, Dan
We are drawn, attracted to God, by the cross, and we then decide.
Some get stuck in the middle…
Yes, they drift to and fro. 🙂
Magnificent Poem!
Besides the truth of the poem, what makes it great, to me, is the repetition of words and sounds.