Second Chance, From The Seed’s Perspective

Second Chance. Who could understand it better but I, the seed. Because ’tis when I am almost destroyed that I am about to grow. Here is how second chance is seen from where I lay, here’s how second chance means from the seed’s perspective.

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I’m trapped down here in the dark walls of the earth.

Above me are thickened layers of hardened dirt.

I was once up there, I’m a child of the light.

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The sun smiles, winds’ kisses, rains used to bath me.

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But now I’m stuck, darkness enfolds me.

I’m thriving, dreaming. I am alone completely.

‘Tis my ineffable hope that’s left of me.

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Would there’ll be someone up there to rescue me?

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My thoughts of the light, my blissfull days brace me.

I’d transcend these adversities.

There’s a wonderful world for me to see.

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I will escape the sadness that enslaves me.

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I’ll live and not die, the morning awaits me.

I’ll gather my strength, my brave heart will free me.

I’m a seed destined to be a seasoned tree.

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My courage is ingrained, ’tis deep within me.

(From my “Seed” series poem ~ Ingrained: Child Of The Light)

Seed #1, pen and ink on paper. By:Jeques B. Jamora, Nov. ‘98

seed #2, pen and ink on paper. By: Jeques B. Jamora, Nov. ‘98

seed #3, pen and ink on paper. By: Jeques B. Jamora, Nov. ‘98

seed #4, pen and ink on paper. By: Jeques B. Jamora, Nov. ‘98

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I wish to grow into a lovely tree,

Where people could sit under my cool shade

And rest their weary minds, hearts and bodies.

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I wish to grow into a healthy tree,

So I could bear fruits and feed people

I would nourish the hungry humanity.

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I wish to grow into a sturdy tree;

People would build houses from my branches.

A shelter, a home, I would be glad to be.

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I wish to grow into a seasoned tree,

So bridges and light posts will rise from me.

I would be your road, I would light your way.

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But for now, I’m a seed. Don’t look down at me.

I maybe small, but the morn will change me.

I’m full of dreams, and life ahead of me.

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I wish to grow into a mother tree.

Thousands of seeds would come alive from me.

Seeds metamorphosed to homes of love.

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I will be your shelter, eternally.

(From my “Seed” series poem - “The Seed’s Wishes”)

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For every spring time is another chance and the sunlight that shower us with kisses in the morning are constant reminders that there is a second chance ~ we just need to open our cores and let the sunshine in, and accept the bounty of the gifts of life.

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~ by jeques on AMu12u1529 10, 2007.