The Road Not Taken

I read the familiar poem again at a bookstore while stumbling across Frost's poetry works last evening, and was reminded of my mother's lifelong, spiritual impression. Her testimony---that of true, faithful steps into the unknown and scoffed-at---has been one characterized by taking the road "less traveled by." Her distinct glow in the Lord really has made all the "difference." I am reminded of the Scriptural definition of faith:

"Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see (Hebrews 11:1)."

Faith is humanly irrational, and requires supernatural strength, and reliance upon a greater Mind, a greater Intellect than our own. It means turning a deaf ear to the world, and taking the Way instead (John 14:6). Throughout countless times in my life, I have witnessed that my mother has done just that. Her Promised Land assuredly waits.


"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."

~ Robert Frost