Scenes from the Journey: Sowing and Reaping

So easy to castigate

the men who freely avail themselves

of the world's bounty.

Contempt arises.

Scorn fills our hearts

(what a misuse of the heart's capacity).

But then we widen the lens of our viewing

and acknowledge our own part in this business

of reaping without sowing.

Too late, perhaps, for a one-to-one reckoning

(I sow, I tend, I reap).

But still plenty of time to sow, sow, sow

in recompense (restitution?) for

what we have already, undeservedly, reaped.

Let the sowing begin.

Scenes from the Journey