Ah hopes for the future? The ultimate simple, compelling question of infinitely complex answers. I am so excited to see what today’s Honors students will become. I claim I write to make sense of this world and the hardest questions require the most delicate tools.  Poetry then, for me haiku.  This is what I have to offer on the future.  A benediction of sorts.

The Coming Future
The One Great Mystery We
All Choose to Believe

Be Still, Calm Your Mind
Close Your Eyes, Open Your Self
Let it Reach Beyond

Feel the Tomorrows
In This Day’s Rumbles, Shouts and
Evolving Silence

Glimpse What Emerges
In How Shadows Fall and the
Shifting Forms of light

Touch that Forthcoming
Caress it, Mold it, Breathe life 
On Today’s Dull Clay

Hold That Fresh Future
In Your Heart, a New Born and 
You It’s Parent Now

So Come, Let Us All
Lend a Voice to Sing That New
Day Into Being