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.
It’s hard to explain, but it was as if these words made a gentle expedition in to my depths, held out their hands and rescued a part of me I had neglected for a long time. It was such a warm and healing experience. What amazed me was how these words could rest so quietly between the pages of a book and then suddenly become so alive and restorative as my eyes fell upon them. But I suppose that’s the wonder of poetry.
Anyway, at the end of the day, as the sun was setting, I whispered into the evening breeze a “thank you” to Robert Frost. I hope he heard.