The Road Less Traveled

THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took * The one I wanted, because, I’m a strong person Of course it goes without saying that my strength Lies in the grace of God, and that is all well and fine, But each has his individual path, because each Is a unique person, a unique spirit following a unique Spiritual journey, which starts with spirit, And I was given loads of it by my mother. It was all she could give me. We were the poorest of the poor In England in the days after World War Two She was unwilling to see me pushed down As she had been by circumstances. She showed me how to overcome circumstances. How to find a positive way of looking at each event How to use events to the best advantage She always told me I could do anything at all If I only put my mind to the task And she was right, and most of the stuff I have put my mind to has been very successful People will say well if you’re so able Why has your path not made you rich The question is as silly as the questioner For not everyone is in search of riches I have turned down high-paid jobs and Contracts because they were Not what I found interesting. I have moved to several Different countries to live and work, Because I wanted a variety of stimulus For my spiritual growth and strength. And I am certain that spiritual life Does not exist exclusively in churches, But largely in doing the best you can for people, And placing yourself second. I have no idea if heaven exists But if it is filled with the people who ask Why are you not rich I’m afraid it would not be the sort Of stimulating place my spirit is seeking. God keep me on the path which avoids The people who ask such questions. God keep me strong. He always has, And that has made all the difference* . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . NOTE *These two lines are from the Robet Frost poem The Road Less Traveled.