Oct 26, 2016
Poem by Adam Ramey
Once upon a time, in a land far away
There was a village of compassionate people who gave a troubled little seed a place to grow and stay.
At once, the seed who didn’t know what to say
Became angry and sad, so he pushed people away.
“Stay away” he cried.
“I am a monster, a monster. No one can help me, for many have tried.”
But the village of people never once swayed nor fret
For they wished to instill in him values in which they had set.
For a long time the seed never grew
For the seed had a dark secret, he thought no one knew.
The seed had hurt a lot of people in his short little life
So he hid from it, and hid from strife.
However, a life without strife was one in which the seed did not earn.
So deep inside his dark secret burned.
The seed was afraid of what people might say
If he told them that he was the reason why both of his brothers were taken away.
So he sat and he sat in denial and dismay.
Forever in a cell of his own creation, locked away.
All the while the people would say
We love you, we support you, and there’s nothing you could say to make us go away.
And then one day to no one’s surprise
The little seed sprouted as he apologized
And said he had created a web of lies.
Again and again he cried,
“I’m a monster, I’m a monster see how I’ve lied?”
But the seed, now a sprout could not take out
That being a monster was not what accountability was about.
Slowly, over time the sprout began to grasp
Just what was the sprout’s task.
Lose his selfish ways for the world not a kingdom nor he an heir.
Remove the pain from those he hurt for it is not their burden to bear.
A daunting task to ask of me
But one he knew he must complete to grow into an honorable tree.
Finally the true trials and tribulations began
But again and again he refused the call and ran
Again and again he ran
Because he refused to believe the two words I CAN.
Inch by inch the sprout grew
Blossoming into a small tree
That previously no one knew.
But while he was growing he forgot to say
Something to those who helped him on his way.
So he asked me to do this, something very important to him.
All at once and on a whim
Those who have stayed all along the way
Will be in his heart every single day.
For all those who guided
In all he does, of you he will be reminded.
For those who showered him in love
It will be respected just as much as if it came from some place above.
To you who said what he needed to hear
Don’t worry, all you said will be repeated back to someone else’s ear.
For those who helped him to see
You always be anything but just a memory.
Lastly, there was something I have not said yet.
He asked me to tell you not to ever fret
Because of all of you many of his goals are now met.
And even though he may seem far away
He made it clear how important it was for me to say
Thank you and I love you to all who nurtured him into the tree he is today.
Cordero, October, 2016