In 2009 I wrote a poem after a conversation about the value of what we give. Faced with a little compassion fatigue we, very briefly, questioned if what we were doing would ever lead anywhere. The answer came like this. Confirming that what is done in love, is never done in vain:
Sow your seeds on barren ground
Of love and of hope
For everyone
Nurture them and be careful
Let it rain, but not too heavily, or
It will wash away the seeds
Let the sun shine, but not too hot, or
The seeds will dry out
Be patient and have faith
The seeds that washed away will sprout in the sun
In places far from where you have been\
The seeds that dried out will flourish
In times long after you have gone
The roots will grow deeper
To withstand all winds
The branches will reach up to heaven
To bear fruit
For everyone
Who loves and hopes