By Grace Sweeney
This poem portrays one of the hardest parts of life—loss. And it does so in a beautiful way, comparing it to the color gold and flowers and the garden of Eden. It’s so true to real life, it almost hurts reading it, for me at least. It’s important to remember though, that even as we’re faced with loss and hardship and the loss of gold things here on Earth, God has streets paved with gold waiting for us in heaven. That’s where all loss will be lost. It will be gone forever. As you read this poem, think of the differences we’ll face between this life and the life waiting in Heaven—and thank God that it’s so!
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.
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