We don’t discount every weakness
As if it hasn’t any strength;
Thinking instead of its vast possibility,
Just as a tender seedling slowly grows
Through natures harsh elements,
It becomes a sturdy, nurturing tree.

If we could see the end at the beginning,
Would we be willing to risk it all?
Anything?
For merely a long
Or even a very short life
With little else but love?
Does it even mean that much to us?
What really does?

We toil,
And better our lot at what eventual cost?
Through choices we keep and we also give away.
Are we able to live in the end with all that we may have lost?
If it is a simple yet devoted heart that we recklessly toss
For lack of a better way to stay...
Our conscious may remind us of what it was back in the day.

July 13, 2013