The Road Not Taken

Good Morning

My daughter Sarah started University this month and one of her courses is English . I was looking through one of her text books which is filled with all these wonderful poems covering many decades of insight and creative thought. As I was looking I came upon what is probably my favourite poem by Robert Frost “ The Road Not Taken”. It has been years since I actually read this poem . As I read the words again I began to think about the roads that I have travelled and the many times that I have taken the road that made the least sense and the difference that taking that road made to my life. This summer while on vacation Mark and I would go for a walk each morning before the day became too hot. For the last number of years we would walk out of the campground and follow the main road. We walked for about half an hour and then would walk back. A nice journey. One morning we decided to leave the main road and follow a dirt road that lead to ‘ we didn’t know where’! It was amazing! We discovered a little pond with wooden bridge where we could stop and see a beaver dam. As we walked we could hear the water tumbling down the mountain singing to us as we passed by. At one point we saw this small but wonderful water fall and the path was strewn with wild roses. How much we had missed all these years by taking the same road and how blessed we were when we moved off the beaten path and took that road less travelled.

Over and over again , as individuals and as a community of faith , we find ourselves at a crossroads where we must decide which road to take. The worn, familiar and well travelled path is often the easiest choice. It feels like the safest and the most comfortable. On that path, at least we know what to expect. But what if we took the road less travelled? What wonders would we find? What challenges would shape and form us and enable us to grow?

My prayer for us as a faith community is that we will dare to step off the main road and onto the road less travelled. That we will open our souls and beings to all the possibilities that lie just around the bend

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; 5

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, 10

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. 15

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. 20


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