Acceptance

Big Frank now turns back again to Robert Frost. As surely as the divine surrounds us, it not only permeates the objects around us, but the events and circumstances that we are embedded within. Nature flows with natural acceptance as Frost demonstrates in this beautiful poem. Frost would surely be the first to place us in that same context.

Acceptance

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
It is the change to darkness in the sky.
Murmuring something quiet in her breast,
One bird begins to close a faded eye;
Or overtaken too far from his nest,
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or twitters softly, "Safe!
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night be too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be."

-- Robert Frost