CHAOS: A PROCESS OF PROGRESS
Hail! Hail! The twenty-first century is birthed,
In bold Technicolor, bright yet unclear,,
Chaos is reigning, his scepter held high,
Paralyzing many minds with his fear.
Workers are jobless all over the land,
There are wars and rumors of war.
Death and destruction are predicted to rise
Our hearts are both heavy and sore.
The greed of the past has sunk us in debt,
Our credit is stretched to the limit.
The media reports, “We’re in a recession!”
(We don’t know if there’s any truth in it.)
It seems our leaders are ignoring pollution.
(You would think I would be in despair.)
The abuse that’s reported from all over the earth
Could make one want to pull out her hair.
But wait, let us take a much closer look
At this Chaos, time’s ruler and king.
Could he be bringing a much-needed gift
Hidden under his shirt, lest it’s seen?
I believe I may have learned something.
(I’m not sure if everyone knows.)
One must be willing to search high and low
Beyond what apparently shows.
Once upon a time a newly hatched seed
Fell to a lone place in the dark.
Later, the rain beat hard on her roof,
She felt weary, abandoned, and stark.
“Oh, where is the new life I reckoned, she asked,
With the faith of the famed mustard seed?
My body is taunt, I’m doomed now for sure.
My demise is approaching, indeed.”
Hunched, expecting her death, and feeling an awe
That her awareness of life had not ceased,
She experienced something new, surprisingly sprung!
Unfamiliar, yet she felt great release.
She lay still, beneath the earth so unyielding
Knowing not, who, or what she might be.
All she could do was to wait and to watch,
And trust she would eventually see.
And when one warm day she felt willing
To accept her indiscernible fate,
The Light loved her out of her prison.
Her becoming was worth the long wait.
She looked all around, and both up and down.
“I wonder what I will be?”
A great stately Oak, smiled down as she spoke,
“Why, you’ll be a grand tree, just like me.”
“But only…if you stay willing and open,
Your mind like a virgin each day.
Just keep your own peace and trust your own heart,
And admit that you don’t know the way.”
“You see, we cannot decipher the Master’s design
For our destiny upon this great earth.
We must bend with the winds of chaos and change
And someday, we’ll know our full worth.”
“I’ll tell you a secret: The Earth planet herself
Is really…just one big seed
Who hasn’t yet burst out of her shell.
Soon, we can expect a new life indeed.”
“When the time comes upon her to be born anew,
Who knows what divergent form she may take?
Her labor’s been long, she is weary and teary,
We will be privy to experience her wake.”
And friends, I believe this myth to be true,
(In fact, it just has to be,)
For when I ask that same Oak for her highest truth,
She related this story to me.