The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 feet 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

This poem has a couple of interpretations, the most obvious being the inspirational interpretation. That because the road less traveled was taken, the traveler thus asserted his independence and individualism. As with any interpretation, there are critics. However, this is the interpretation I prefer.

Specifically because I believe we are called to take the “road not taken”–the straight and narrow. In my marriage, in my friendships–in all things–this is my hope, this is my desire, this is my intention! I can’t take both ways. And I do not want to. I may stand and consider each way, but in the end I want to be known for taking the road less traveled. For I know God will be glorified, and I believe it will make all the difference!

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