Have I mentioned I like to drive? (Yeah, thought so.) Part of the attraction of driving is that it gives one a chance to let the mind wander (except for paying attention to the road of course.)
This latest drive up to Bellingham and back was really nice. As I was enjoying the view of all the trees covered with snow, one of my favorite Robert Frost poems popped into my head. (I kid you not.)
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
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.
In addition to the imagery, I love the balancing of and tension between the two 'worlds' (the woods and all they represent vs. "promises" and all they represent). Theo discussion (including midrash) potential here!
--Barb
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