IMPORTANT POSTSCRIPT

The last two days I have posted Robert Frost's poem Nothing Gold Can Stay:

Nature's first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

 

After reading my post the other day, Melissa commented, "Boy, that's a depressing poem."

Like other great poetry, many of Frost's poems have a discernable spiritual dimension, but apparently his own personal faith was, as one biographer worded it, "nothing straightforward". 

So it is unclear if Frost believed that "nothing gold can stay" was the final word, but the poem deserves a very important postscript.

Yes, Eden sank to grief, but ever since that day, the Lord has been patiently and powerfully and sacrificially working to restore what was lost. 

I am one of God's restoration projects and so are you. In fact, all of creation is as well. And one day, there will be a new heaven and a new earth.

And grief will be what cannot stay.