broadcast toward the future

 

believing in the gamble, hope

in nature, countless seeds are broadcast toward the future,

the woods these past weeks full of acorns dropping with hope,

the mother plant never knowing if the offspring

finds its way into being, let along into prospering,

teaching is somewhat like that,

we believe in the future,

but we rarely know how well

reality matches our hopes and dreams,

like Pascal, though, we believe in the gamble,

for, if we win, every victory 

of the seeds we nurtured

is of the infinite,

the brazen risk that the odds can be beaten

and that the wholeness of a new self

can come into its power,

the world renewed one victory at a time,

out of the blue, I was visited yesterday

by an incredible young woman

with whom I worked hard to help her find and embrace her power,

she, her brother, and her father stood, masked, outside our home,

bearing flowers, goodies, and love to me,

we visited, socially distanced, for about ten minutes,

I should not need such proof of efficacy,

I do, though, love such affirmation, 

so that I can continue to wade into the fray,

and help the seeds reach toward the wonder they deserve.

by Henry H. Walker

November 1, ‘20