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 marked 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.
March 11, 2013 at 10:50 pm
Reblogged this on dailybarnes and commented:
It does make all he difference when road less traveled is taken.
March 13, 2013 at 8:15 am
Wondering…several years ago, 2007 I think, Sundays and Seasons suggested a sermon series fore the lenten texts using the “Two Roads.” They used Frost’s poem as the framework. I decided to preach a sermon series in this format using their suggestion and it worked very well. Is this post perhaps a nod to that same suggestion made by S&S once more?
March 13, 2013 at 8:28 am
I don’t recall that series. The poem came up in a conversation, so I posted it. Did you preach that series?