Election Reflections

After years of eager populus anticipation
During which planted ideas took hold like seeds breaking through the fertile earth to reach toward the sunlit sky
While the supporters increased imperceptibly and then exponentially
Their whispering voices finally combining in a thunderous crescendo
Until their hearts and souls filled the booths of decision making
And tears flowed as the historical created the hysterical
So that when the results were announced the elation without hesitation was transformed into spontaneous planned celebration
As the realization of the promise which had been declared at the beginning and the dream that was given voice a generation before
Were finally transformed into reality

A reality of challenges
A reality of possibilities
A reality that planted seeds may grow
A reality that dreamed dreams may become waking truths
A reality that the hopes, prayers, lives and sacrifices of those in whose footsteps we walk were not in vain.

But the dreams and hopes are not fully realized
Some seeds may have grown to plants and started to produce fruits
But the fruitful growth is only in midseason
For there are buds on the vines that have yet to mature and the fruits hold within them the seeds of future growth and possibilities

We are the farmers of the neverending garden of change
We decide what seeds are planted and which plants to tend
We bear the responsibility for the creation of a modern garden of Eden
In which someday there may be sustenance, understanding and peace.