Sunday Morning Serenity

"Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening"
by Robert Frost 
[Image by Aleksandar Momirovic @ Freerangestock.com]

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

This time of year, it’s easy to feel like you have miles to go before you sleep and WAY too many promises to keep. But the world won’t stop turning If you take a quiet moment, imagine yourself in the stillness of Frost's snowy woods, and remember:

For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.
Isaiah 9:6 

Comments

[James]

This was the first and only poem I had to learn in school and I still love it to this day.

[Valerie]

I love this one, too! I ran into my high school lit teacher at the mall last Christmas and felt compelled to demonstrate that I could still recite part of "Charge of the Light Brigade." Loved her and was so grateful she made us memorize some terrific poetry. Merry Christmas!