“The Acorn” by Dianne Bautch

The acorn grows into the grand oak tree,

not caring if the little sapling

longs to be something else …

a maple, a birch, an evergreen.

It becomes what it was created to be,

what it was meant to be.

Is it the same with us,

with the direction of our own lives?

Is that why we love who we love,

why we’re passionate about some things and not others …

because it’s who we were created to love,

what we were created to be impassioned by?

If so, it would seem that peace is found

in aligning ourselves with the truth of who we are,

with the path of our destiny,

with the will of the holy force that created us.

It would seem the flow of life in that direction

is one where the current carries us,

not one that we struggle against

to become someone other than who we are.

Is the powerful force of life nothing less than destiny?

And yet, our knowing of destiny eludes us.

Try as we might, all we can see is this moment,

and even that we don’t see clearly.

We make choices, all the time,

unknowing if they align us

with who we are meant to be.

And … sometimes the struggle

IS where we are meant to be,

a necessary experience to grow us into

the grandest version of ourselves.

Life remains a constant mystery.

How can a tiny acorn possibly know

what it means to be a grand oak tree?

The best we can do is follow our heart,

trusting that the acorn of our being

has a force strong enough, wise enough,

to lead us to our natural place in life.

We must learn to listen

to the quiet whispers of our own souls

for subtle truths that guide our way.

And most of all, we must surrender …

allow life to dance us as it will,

and flow along as gracefully as we can,

knowing not what we’ll become,

knowing only that the tiny acorn

eventually becomes the mighty oak

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