Past and Future
A Wedding
There is a wedding happening here.
And here.
And here.
The confetti is everywhere. Driveways, flower beds, roadsides; all are festooned with the colorful petals symbolizing the marriage of past and future.
Buds have broken. Flowers have fallen. The seeds they formed have yet to mature, but in time they too will fall, ensuring the future of their species.
The flowers that brightened the branches of trees are in the past now, while seeds and their offspring are still in the future. The marriage of this past and future is seen in the still-bright flowers at our feet. In the present. In the now. The present scatters as we watch in awe.
Isn’t it the same with our lives? As the flowers of the hopes, dreams and hard work of our early lives fall into the past, don’t we wait with another kind of hope for the seeds of wisdom we may leave for those waiting in the future? And don’t our past and our future marry in the words and deeds we scatter as we live in the present?
Every flower fades. But every flower is connected to the bud that bore it and to the seed that follows it. So it is with every life. The past and the future are always wed in the present. The flowers that were, the seeds that will be, married in the words and deeds of our everyday lives, in the present.
