I almost posted this before about Marian, and I decided to post it today - especially after my husband had military nightmares again, last night, especially after discussing his own faith questions regarding his former Army Ranger buddy, Rodrigo.
Plus I noticed that by coincidence, my dear friend, Cherie, had posted a Robert Frost poem at her blog yesterday as her thought of the week - not the same poem, but instead "The Road Not Taken"
Yes, I think I will do that today, take the road less traveled and go on a hike, especially after witnessing three portly women wearing American-flag beach coverups, hooting and hollering, carrying a beer cooler, headed over to the pool to party lol.
But instead, this Robert Frost poem is about how the best things in life that we consider as precious as gold are people and nature - but the best can never stay too long ...
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.