Nothing gold can stay {31 Days of The Life Poetic: Day 7}

nothing gold can stay One of the best ways I remind myself to find bits of beauty in my days, is to remind myself how fleeting they are. I'd rather hear it from a poem or a refrain (the days are long but the years are short) than from an old lady at the grocery store.

The poem I remember most from high school is one that I still love, "Nothing Gold Can Stay," by Robert Frost.

So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

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I think that's why I love photography so much-- it gives us the power to freeze a fleeting moment so we can remember and review it any time. That lovely masterpiece painted in they sky might be long gone, but I can look through iPhoto and remember all the beauty in a tangible way.

Sometimes I confuse actual memories with memories of looking through photo albums of my childhood endlessly (my mom was so good at documenting). But I don't mind that blurry line. Either way, I reflect back on how things were, on the road God has brought me on, on the beautiful sunsets I've witnessed.

It's true that when dawn goes down, nothing can stop the colors from fading. But He's been so faithful to wake us up with light breaking through again on the next day.

But this I call to mind,

and therefore I have hope:

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;

his mercies never come to an end;

 they are new every morning;

great is your faithfulness.

“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,

“therefore I will hope in him.”

Lamentations 3:21-24

For as many days as we are given, I'm going to try to see the gold.

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This is Day 7 of 31 Days of the Life PoeticView the other posts in this series here.

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