It is the small simple things of life that bring us peace.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

The Path Ahead

I made this several weeks ago while walking the dogs (yes, that is a dog in the foreground).  As I stood there looking down the path at the small bridge and curve ahead I thought about the paths of life that we walk.  Sometimes we can see ahead a great distance, sometimes not.  And sometimes there is a curve awaiting us, or a decision of which path to take. 

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;
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. 
by Robert Frost

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