Late 14c. from Old French futur, from Latin futurus ‘going to be, yet to be, as a noun, ‘the future’.
On a Star Caught in a Tree
for my daughter
Seated on the front garden seat, the sky
is a middle-aged blackboard of both sign
and cipher - present and past. For you I
know it's as new as the small sewn line
of cross-stitch you clutch in your fingers.
Something to be worked upon, added to
and talked about, embellished by a blur
of questions. But I am held by the blue
tapestry of sky where you're pointing
to a star caught in a tree between blind
branches. While you ask me if by morning
it will be able to get out? Inclined
to equivocate but bound to this show
of cosmic irony - only say I hope so.
There is story from Japan of a young archery student who travelled to the country’s greatest archer for advice and tuition. He found him at last on the top of a mountain but without a bow or arrows. The archery master said nothing but simply went through what the young archery student thought was a charade or mime of the master firing an arrow. Each time he loosed what seemed an imaginary arrow a bird fell out of the sky at his feet. The master then simply spoke to the student and said ‘There are few who can own such a bow and arrows – your future is their purchase’.
Reading: Jeremiah 29: 11
For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future . . . NIV
Father of all,
we give you thanks and praise,
that when we were still far off
you met us in your Son and brought us home.
Dying and living, he declared your love,
gave us grace, and opened the gate of glory.
May we who share Christ's body live his risen life;
we who drink his cup bring life to others;
we whom the Spirit lights give light to the world.
Keep us firm in the hope you have set before us,
so we and all your children shall be free,
and the whole earth live to praise your name;
through Christ our Lord. Amen.
from An Australian Prayer Book
©Jeff Guess 2017