The Road Taken

Could we but travel back in time

And speak the words unsaid,

To ponder the road not taken

And the place it might have led.

The past is like a window;

On the outside looking in

We see where we have ventured

Not where we may have been.

Often a journey wearies and wends

As we never intended it to;

Too late we learn there’s no return

From the land of did not do.

So be content with blessings sent

On the path we chose to trod

And know it was the better way

We put our trust in God.

– C. David Hay

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