The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
– Robert Frost
I love this poem. It’s not just the road; it’s the choice. The decision and the commitment to walk down that road. Wow…heavy stuff for a Wednesday, but at least we’re awake and thinking now, right? 🙂
“Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.” -Jesus, Matthew 7:13-14
Blessings to you on your road today, Lisa
Heavy thoughts are good in the morning. They make the rest of the day seem lighter.
Oh, I love that! 🙂 I always appreciate your comments. Love, Lisa