Not in Latin, nor even in English—but in blossoms.
Flowers and bees are coming forth everywhere, as though the earth itself has decided to become evangelical. No committee was formed. No strategy was outlined. No one asked if the conditions were ideal.
They simply came forth.
And I, walking among them, listening to a interview of a priest I have never met, found myself confronted—not by doctrine, but by direction.
Father Ryan spoke of his own forth—how he moved from one life into another, not because he had mastered the path, but because he answered the call.
And I, being a man fond of definitions, began to analyze the word:
Forth: outward, onward, away from the starting point.
Which is precisely what I find most inconvenient.
For I prefer to remain near the starting point. It is familiar. It is manageable. It is mine.
Yet the Gospel offers no such comfort.
Mark does not say the apostles reflected, or hesitated, or refined their message.
Men sent into uncertain terrain, carrying both courage and conflict. A reminder that going forth often reveals more about the heart than the destination.
8. Poetic Verse
The flowers broke the silent ground without a word or plan— they simply rose where they were placed and did what they began.
And I, who wait for clearer signs, and map each careful course, am gently pressed by growing things to trust a deeper force.
So let me leave the place I know, and step beyond my view— for grace is not behind me held, but waiting forth—in You.