A beautiful poem about hope. Hope not only for the future but for the past.
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.
– David Ray
May our recollections of the past be held with kindness and grace.