Don't Long For the Past

The poem I read this morning from the book One Hundred and One Famous Poems was “The Chambered Nautilus.” Then I watched the BYU Devotional which was the speech “Remember Lot’s Wife” by Jeffrey R. Holland on January 13, 2009. Both of these reminded me how important it is to leave the past behind and focus on an even nobler future. It’s not looking at the past that is detrimental but it is the longing to go back to the past. If our focus on the past is the latter we could very well miss the new doors and opportunities awaiting us to do and be even more.

THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS
by: Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894)
HIS is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
Sails the unshadowed main, --
The venturous bark that flings
On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,
And coral reefs lie bare,
Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.

Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl;
Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
And every chambered cell,
Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,
As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell,
Before thee lies revealed, --
Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!

Year after year beheld the silent toil
That spread his lustrous coil;
Still, as the spiral grew,
He left the past year's dwelling for the new,
Stole with soft step its shining archway through,
Built up its idle door,
Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.

Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,
Child of the wandering sea,
Cast from her lap, forlorn!
From thy dead lips a clearer note is born
Than ever Triton blew from wreathèd horn!
While on mine ear it rings,
Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: --

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!

This verse from Edwin Arlington Robinson that Pres. Holland shared in his speech teaches a similar lesson:

Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;
He wept that he was ever born,
And he had reasons.
Miniver loved the days of old
When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;
The vision of a warrior bold
Would set him dancing.
Miniver sighed for what was not,
And dreamed, and rested from his labors;
He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,
And Priam’s neighbors. . . .
Miniver cursed the commonplace
And eyed a khaki suit with loathing;
He missed the medieval grace
Of iron clothing. . . .
Miniver Cheevy, born too late,
Scratched his head and kept on thinking;
Miniver coughed, and called it fate,
And kept on drinking.[Miniver Cheevy (1910), stanzas 1–3, 6, 8]

It is my hope that Esperanza educators will remember this lesson not only for themselves but also help Esperanza colleagues and scholars to do the same.