Sunday, December 03, 2006

The Road Less Traveled

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear.

-William Butler Yeats

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.

Each day of our lives is a gift to be savored and the choice is ours alone. The earth, all of the earth, is evolving. Birthing pains are hard and well, painful. So much sadness, so much wrongness in our lives. What can I, one little soul do to make it better, to help?

The answer is simply to make your choice, each day, to see love, to see the beauty in our world. A constant battle is waging for your soul my friend, and up to you to choose the path of love.