Is the Grass Really Greener Back There, From Which We Came?

While visiting parishioners in central Idaho one day, I drove around a corner and there were five cows munching grass through a fence. All five of them had their heads stuck through the fence and were enjoying the grass on the other side. It must have been greener. But one cow was actually outside the pasture. Her head still stuck between the rails, chomping grass from the pasture.

How many of us make decisions and change of live patterns only to later reflect back ... if only ...?

This fall / autumn, the leaves have been fantastic! So here is a fall / autumn poem from Robert Frost for you. The paths we take make all the difference, although at the time, they may look quite the same.

Blessed Be

Joel

1. The Road Not Taken  

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;	5
Then took the other, as 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,	10
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.	15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.	20

Robert Frost (1874–1963). 
Frost, Robert. Mountain Interval. New York: Henry Holt and Company, 1920; Bartleby.com, 1999. www.bartleby.com/119/. [Date of Printout]. The Road Not Taken