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.
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.
The sun smiles, winds’ kisses, rains used to bath me.
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.
Would there’ll be someone up there to rescue me?
My thoughts of the light, my blissfull days brace me.
I’d transcend these adversities.
There’s a wonderful world for me to see.
I will escape the sadness that enslaves me.
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.
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
I wish to grow into a lovely tree,
Where people could sit under my cool shade
And rest their weary minds, hearts and bodies.
I wish to grow into a healthy tree,
So I could bear fruits and feed people
I would nourish the hungry humanity.
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.
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.
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.
I wish to grow into a mother tree.
Thousands of seeds would come alive from me.
Seeds metamorphosed to homes of love.
I will be your shelter, eternally.
(From my “Seed” series poem – “The Seed’s Wishes”)
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.