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THE SEAL OF THE CROSSROADS

Three lines within a circle,
And no other mar or mark;
It’s nothing much to look at
If you’re standing in the dark.
Three lines, and only three, to show
How paths converge and cross
To any party’s greater gain,-
Or to a greater loss.

There was a happy woman
Who had a happy man.
They were so happy it was sickening;
This you must understand.
Well she became a harlot.
And he became a priest.
They both died miserable in the end,
And they had that, at least.

At times paths cross, and then converge,
Or diverge forever-more.
Anything can happen then
Or yet be left in store.

There was a child who thought a lot
And then his brother died;
But he found a new beginning
In the single tear he cried.
What this means yet is still uncertain
For his path has yet to end;
But how things changed at a single point!
And shall again, before the end.

Three lines within a circle,
No other mar or mark;
It‘s nothing much to look at
If you‘re standing in the dark.
But, see, with your eyes uncovered,
And standing in the light
The point at which paths change
For maybe wrong or right.

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Eric Atkinson, 06 March 2007.