Ennius (Ruth)

People of the living God,
I have sought the world around,
Paths of sin and sorrow trod,
Peace and comfort no-where found.
Now to you my spirit turns,
Turns a fugitive un-blest;
Brethren where your altar burns,
O receive me into rest.


Lonely I no longer roam,
Like the cloud, the wind the wave;
Where you dwell shall be my home,
Where you die shall be my grave.
Mine the God whom you adore,
Your Redeemer shall be mine;
Earth can fill my soul no more,
Every idol I resign.

Tell me not of gain or loss,
Ease, enjoyment, pomp, or power,
Welcome poverty and cross,
Shame, reproach, affliction's hour:
"Follow Me," I know Thy voice;
Jesus, Lord, Thy steps I see;
Now I take Thy yoke by choice;
Light Thy burden now to me.

A Journal's Beginning....

The Road Not Taken

by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and I-I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.