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Road Less Traveled

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 onto 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 took the one less traveled by And that has made all the difference

~ Robert Frost

I've been quiet. I've been still. I've lit candles. I've prayed. I've read. I've cleaned. And I've asked. What do you do when your head says one thing and your heart says the other? Which is right? Do you lean into faith? Or into the embrace of security?

This is my space of peace right now. This is where I want to go.