The Road

I took the road less travelled by —

      Not consciously I chose,

But followed, without knowing why,

      The path that upward rose.

It hasn’t been an easy course,

      My progress often blocked,

But I look back without remorse

      For walking where I walked.

When stumbling in some dip or hole,

      To passion much inclined,

I’ve felt the weakness of my soul,

      And seemed so far behind.

I’ve wondered if I’d chosen right

      To take a path so rough,

But viewing now in clearer light,

      I see ‘twas well enough.

I overcame the dips and rocks,

      And many trials withstood;

The stones I thought were stumbling blocks

      Were there for my own good.

They made me stronger in the race,

      And though I wasn’t fast,

I made some progress by God’s grace —

      And I'll reach home at last.      

~ Nita Brainard