The Garden Revisited

Cast thy bread upon the waters: for thou shalt find it after many days.

~ Eccl. 11:1

The ground was sown with barren bones,

The furrows washed with bitter tears –

The hollow seeds that were dead deeds

Were scattered on it, as were fears

And memories, and hopes and dreams,

And all the dust of time gone by.

The dust grew thicker – time moves on –

And soon there came a day where I

Stood before the field I’d sown

In days and ages long ago –

And saw the fruit. Some I’d expected,

Others hoped for – others still I did not know.

But there’s no deed without its fruit –

The soul is awful fertile ground –

A ripple follows every movement,

An echo trails the slightest sound.

So sow more freely, yet with care

Across the field of heart and time –

For you know not where root will take

And flowers blossom from the grime.

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Ardaschir Arguelles is a senior in Columbia College double-majoring in Classics and East Asian Studies. When he's not writing, he enjoys reading, going to the gym, and exploring the city.