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.
I wonder after reading this which road I’m traveling down.
Am I going down the road paved and known or am I venturing into the dark mysterious wilderness where adventure and danger lurk?
Who will be my guide? Is it going to be safe? Where will I eat or sleep?
Wondering these things calls to my mind one of my favorite books called “The Road” by Cormack McCarthy. It’s a story about a man and his son on a road attempting to survive in a desolate and hopeless world. Throughout the story the man is teaching his son how to survive in this bleak world they find themselves in. It also becomes evident as the story progresses that the man is preparing the boy for his eminent demise.
The questions that linger between the lines in McCarthy’s story are; What will the boy do?, Where will he go?, and Who can he trust after his father is gone?
Oh how that story and the poem parallel my spiritual state. I feel that my father has taught me and prepared me for much and now I’m heading down a road in this dark world and I wonder is it safe to be on this road? I know he is limited with what he can teach me and my questions are the same as the boy in the story. The difference is that the father in my story has taught me that there is One who will guide me when he is gone, the One who has guided him all along.
I find my answer to the question if the road is safe or not in McCarthy’s book and that answer is no. In no way is it safe to be on the road but with the Father of my soul as my teacher, it is good to be on this road. He comforts and guides me just like my earthly father has but this Father knows me, all of me because He is my God.
The Father is my Shepherd, I shall not want.
He makes me lay down in pastures of green.
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow or on “the road” of Death,
I will fear no evil for the Father is with me.
He is with me.