two roads diverged
Today as I have pondered this verse … This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all. If we claim to have fellowship with him yet walk in the darkness, we lie and do not live by the truth. ~1 John 1:5-6 … I was reminded of a familiar poem by Robert Frost.
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.
Proverbs says, “There is a way that seems right to a man, but in the end it leads to death,” and it also says, “The path of the righteous is like the first gleam of dawn, shining ever brighter till the full light of day.”
Annie Dillard is quoted as saying, “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.” The small choices we make each day are evidence of the path we have chosen for our life.
The lighted path … the one that shines like the first gleam of dawn … that’s the path I choose.