For Once, Then, Something
By Robert Frost
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
Me myself in the summer heaven godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
For some reason I have always really liked this poem since reading it in high school. I feel like I am searching for that pebble of quartz. Every once in awhile, I look in the water just right and I am able to see that whiteness. Every once in awhile I gain some insight into why Teagan couldn't stay. Every now and then see more of the big picture. It can be so fleeting. And sometimes, just when I think I'm beginning to understand there is a ripple. Then I have to find a different way to look into the water to try and find that 'truth' again. The one thing I can tell you about that pebble of quartz, 'the bigger picture', its beautiful. God made it and it's wonderful. Our Father in Heaven has a plan for our family. And even though some days I can't see it, I know its still there.