This is such a fabulous poem - long a favorite of mine. It reminds me so much of Psalm 1 which starts with the word "Blessed" and ends with the word "perish." Two roads are offered - one for the righteous and one for the ungodly man. I have not always been successful in my journey towards holiness, but I join the psalmist in meditating on God's ways and planting myself by rivers of water so that I might become established along His paths of righteousness. Hopefully, this path is not such a "narrow" way, and not too difficult:
Matt. 7:13-14 Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it.Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it.
The Road not Taken
Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
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 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 feet had trodden black.
no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
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:
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less travelled by,
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference
