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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

~Robert Frost~

Robert Frost is considered one of the finest poets that America has ever produced. His poetry, like his life, is filled with the contrasts of good and bad, happy and sad, push and pull.

A person can take this poem as one road to God and the other road without God. I prefer to think the right road is the road with God, Because that is the only way to Heaven.

I hope you enjoyed it.

~Bessie~

1King 8:61

Let your heart therefore be perfect with the LORD our God, to walk in his statutes, and to keep his commandments, as at this day.