But at the moment exeryone else is asleep so I can't type much for fear of their rage at being awakened. I just go back from Thomas More and it a was a pretty good visit. I learned what i needed to learn. I have examined both paths, and now must choose which to walk down. The decision is not an easy one, so as I go to think about this decision i will leave you with a poem that has been weighing rather heavily on my mind today. The poem is "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost. It speaks of two paths in the woods, very similiar to one of the paths I walked today, strewn with the beautiful hues of Autumn's fair brush. But it speaks to me, and always has, of paths in life, and today I stand at a divergence in the wood, and must choose. I thank you all for everything. I had a dream about being prayed for which I will blog about later. And now to leave you with this poem....
The Road Not Taken
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.
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