Saturday, June 25, 2011

Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost

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.


I absolutely love this poem, I think most because it mirrors me. I've taken the more appealing path and realized my error...it takes a while to get back to the fork in the road. The road less taken has more adventures, and down deep inside, isn't that what we all want? Adventure?
And you know what? In the end, when I'm sitting in front of my God and my Savior, I'll be able to say "I took the path less traveled by, and it has made all the difference."
And it will have.

In Christ,

Em xoxoxo


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