The acorn worries little about the oak it will become
The tulip bulb nestles in the dark prepared to see the sun
For in the nature of these things is destiny's own seed
The force that spins the planet and hollows the river reed.
We are nature too, we come from dust, we come from stars
Like the oak is in the acorn Providence is ours
The swan is not yet graceful whilst traveling on land
Ah, but when she finds the water, she floats on nature planned
Watch the fuzzy caterpillar, keep him captive in your hand
But when destiny is done with him, he will flutter high above the land
What makes us think we are different or any less bestowed
With gifts that come embedded, that nurtured, will unfold?
Does the moon know it's own phases? Is the sun warmed by it's own light?
Is the hawk aware of it's gracefulness as it glides in perfect flight?
Does the apple tree yearn to apple, does the grass pray to grow?
Do the dolphins leap self-consciously, are they putting on a show?
Or is it only humankind, so aware of it's every move,
Too self-conscious to relax, and enter Nature's groove?
How do we quiet the persistent mind that insists that a plan we make
That maps out neatly, step by step, the course our lives will take?
How do we nurture what is in our nature and trust a greater force
To lead us simply by the heart and take a wiser course?
We will not find in books nor in tests exactly what to do
For what is in our hearts to try, is up to me and you.
We trust the force that is in the seed, that directs the night and day
But when it comes to our own lives, we had rather steer the way.
While we plan our lives and set our goals, can we reserve a place for grace?
And trust that in the greater scheme, we, too, have been set a place?
To all the powers that we hone, let us add an element of trust
That each of us are acorns, too, that there is an oak in all of us.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
The acorn worries little about the oak it will become
The tulip bulb nestles in the dark prepared to see the sun
For in the nature of these things is destiny's own seed
The force that spins the planet and hollows the river reed.
We are nature too, we come from dust, we come from stars
Like the oak is in the acorn Providence is ours
The swan is not yet graceful whilst traveling on land
Ah, but when she finds the water, she floats on nature planned
Watch the fuzzy caterpillar, keep him captive in your hand
But when destiny is done with him, he will flutter high above the land
What makes us think we are different or any less bestowed
With gifts that come embedded, that nurtured, will unfold?
Does the moon know it's own phases? Is the sun warmed by it's own light?
Is the hawk aware of it's gracefulness as it glides in perfect flight?
Does the apple tree yearn to apple, does the grass pray to grow?
Do the dolphins leap self-consciously, are they putting on a show?
Or is it only humankind, so aware of it's every move,
Too self-conscious to relax, and enter Nature's groove?
How do we quiet the persistent mind that insists that a plan we make
That maps out neatly, step by step, the course our lives will take?
How do we nurture what is in our nature and trust a greater force
To lead us simply by the heart and take a wiser course?
We will not find in books nor in tests exactly what to do
For what is in our hearts to try, is up to me and you.
We trust the force that is in the seed, that directs the night and day
But when it comes to our own lives, we had rather steer the way.
While we plan our lives and set our goals, can we reserve a place for grace?
And trust that in the greater scheme, we, too, have been set a place?
To all the powers that we hone, let us add an element of trust
That each of us are acorns, too, that there is an oak in all of us.
