The Road Not Taken 

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;

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.

The Eagles. They referenced roads quite a bit in their songs. Poetry, like Mr. Robert Frost’s in the above stanzas, describe a choice of path, which can be referring to life choices.

Have you ever wondered how one turn of events can be life-altering? So small; but holding a power: that of the unknown.

A word not said. A car drive not taken. A job turned down. The pursuit of the second degree. A divorce. A choice of hospice over more treatment.

We are rich indeed, to find there are many choices that can be made in our lifetime… a gift many are denied in many cultures.

The most overwhelming fact: we cannot always know the outcome.

Roads we think lead to happiness, may lead to pain.

So many voices speaking on choice of as small a thing as a path, a direction, a specific lane.

Roads can lead to no where. Roads can also lead us to peace and beauty.

Praying for discernment and a great navigational system. I don’t want to miss any turns.