Recognize what is before your eyes, and what is hidden will be revealed to you. – The Gospel of Thomas
Do you have hope for the future?
someone asked Robert Frost, toward the end.
Yes, and even for the past, he replied,
that it will turn out to have been all right
for what it was, something we can accept,
mistakes made by the selves we had to be,
not able to be, perhaps, what we wished,
or what looking back half the time it seems
we could so easily have been, or ought…
The future, yes, and even for the past,
that it will become something we can bear.
And I too, and my children, so I hope,
will recall as not too heavy the tug
of those albatrosses I sadly placed
upon their tender necks. Hope for the past,
yes, old Frost, your words provide that courage,
and it brings strange peace that itself passes
into past, easier to bear because
you said it, rather casually, as snow
went on falling in Vermont years ago.
Thanks, Robert Frost by David Ray
Set me down
among the wild beasts,
fears and hungers
pawing around inside me.
Put me at peace with them,
not the master but the saved,
the one to be tamed,
to listen to them,
lie down among them,
and go my way,
to my feral innocence.
They will roam my wilderness,
I will learn their eyes,
I will live differently.
who also answer,
are angels who attend
to those who wander there
so that we will.