The Road Not Taken

by 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.

 

 

We come to many crossroads in our lives. My hope is always that the road I choose, though it be not popular or well-traveled, is the road on which I find myself following closely after God. I am not a critic, and I do not know what Frost may have intended for this poem…. but it has always spoken deeply to me of the choices I have made, bringing me to this place in my life and taking me far from the destructive path on which I once walked. I hope to find you on this path one day as well.

 

~Linda