stay gold

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.
Robert Frost

Gold. Pure. New. Untainted. Innocent. Childlike.  Robert Frost was onto a true treasure.
Why is the beauty of nature’s first gold so hard to appreciate over the years?
Why is each leaf and flower so much more astounding in the eyes of a child?
Why do our eyes lose the awe of the immense beauty around us?

Why is it that nothing gold can stay?

I found something gold, someone gold.
Beautiful.  Joyful.
A child with a creative mind, a pure gold heart, and a pure white smile.
And he couldn’t stay.

I have no prophetic vision of the meaning of death.
I have no words to sooth the pain of living.
I have no refreshing thoughts to inspire another breath.

I have a longing for answers,
a longing for strength,
a longing for one more hug,
and a longing for gold.

I’ve seen gold, felt its inspiration, and breathed its awe.
And I wonder how any icy heart could see such gold and not thaw.
My hurts burns from this loss, even knowing it had a cause.

The truth of the matter is we are all gold in our Father’s eyes.
Though we sin on earth, we are meant for heavenly lives.
We cannot stay here old or young,
though insufficient are the words of my tongue,
when dawn goes down to day, and gold can no longer stay,
my heart will continue to say, Lord I praise Your golden name.

But until my dawn sinks down to day,
I will share the pain yet untold.
Onto nature’s first green I will hold.
I will stay gold.

Dedicated to Hudson Finn Lundgren.

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