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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost, 1916
I’ve read that Frost did not write his poem in the contemplative spirit that we take it. Sorry Mr. Frost, I’m going to pretend I didn’t know that…
Sooner or later we all look down the fork in the road. We looked and chose not to let this road pass us by. We wanted to become something better than what we could see we were becoming, to bear fruit again. We hope you understand.
To our children, thank you for understanding why we wanted to explore a new life even though it takes us far from home.
To our parents, thank you for teaching us to love our fellow man, to strive to make a difference, to impart grace in a world of need.
To our friends, come see us sometime!