Where are you going?

George MacDonald wrote: 

" I said, 'Let me walk in the field.'

God said, 'No, walk in the town.'

I said, 'There are no flowers there.'

He said, 'No flowers, but a crown.'

I said, 'But the sky is black,

There is nothing but noise and din.'

But he wept as he sent me back,

'There is more,' he said, 'there is sin.'

I said, 'But the air is thick,

And smog is veiling the sun'

He answered, 'Yet souls are sick,

And your work is yet undone,'

I said, 'I will miss the light,

And friends will miss me, they say.'

He answered me, 'Choose tonight,

If I am to miss you or they.'

I pleaded for time to be given;

He said, 'Is is hard to decide?

It will not seem hard in heaven 

To have followed the steps of your Guide.'

I cast one last look at the field, 

Then set my face to the town;

He said, 'My child, will you yield?

Will you leave the flowers for the crown?'

Then into His hand went mine, 

And into my heart came He;

And I walk in a light divine

The paths I had feared to see."