Broad Way

Days end, and I ponder the thanks I have to offer for the life I’ve been given. A poem comes to mind about The Road Not Taken. Meekness enters my heart. How arrogantly I traveled the broad way; bright lights and shiny baubles of every temptation. I gave myself to each of these willingly, never knowing they in turn were plundering me.

From afar He saw me. He said, she is the one I want. She is the one for me. I never saw His eyes looking at me. I was too enraptured by the beauty of other. Beauty that faded so quickly I had to keep looking for more, and more still. He sang His song to me and I didn’t hear it. I danced instead to a distant tune. When the beauty of lies began to fade, the dance grew weary. I sat for a time and then I went for a walk.

I think again about the poem of Robert Frost….two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

Mat 7:13  “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it.”

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