In 1916, Robert Frost published the poem, “The Road Not Taken”. It is a poem of reflection about decisions we make in our life.
The poem talks about there being “A” place in our life where we chose a road to follow. I reflect back upon my life and know that
there were several places in the past where two roads converged and I had to make a decision about which road to follow. When
I was living these moments in my life I did not always understand what effect these decision would make and probably believed
at times that there really wasn’t a choice to make.
Some people do not like to look back because they are afraid that it will be too upsetting and they will feel as if they made bad
decisions. When we look back we will find places that directed our life and we now know that our decisions were not our greatest
moment. Yet, if we do not look back and reflect occasionally we will be oblivious to where we are and if we are where we really
want to be NOW. As long as we are breathing we can alter our path. We may not be able to reclaim some of the opportunities
we rejected before but there are many ways to celebrate where we are happy and opportunities waiting if we want change.
I hope that if you have not journeyed into your past choices you will make the time. Also, I hope that you will have wonderful
memories occur when you read Robert Frost’s poem again.
Blessings, Rev. Gloria
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.