Planted by Water

It’s been a while since I posted some poetry. So here’s a very well-known one, by Robert Frost. It is no less brilliant and moving for being so popular. It stirs something within, and causes us to confront the irreversible nature of many choices we make in life; as well as the challenge to be a person of integrity, to refuse the way of the herd, to walk the road less travelled by. It is melancholic without being negative and miserable, as it considers that taking one choice means the sacrifice of others - a fact of life we must come to terms with, and without the confidence in God’s plan for our life, might drive some mad!

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.