Seeds of Community
As sure as the snow falls and piles up
I know that this season will pass.
I sit at the window seat and see past all the cold snow and see warm gardens growing and reaching high to the Son.
Crocheting the very same piece which still smells of sunshine from last week.
I leaf through catalogs…seeing the connection
A garden of community
Seeds sitting within shells packed in man made wrappings waiting for release.
Waiting to be returned to dirt..out of those paper printed man made labels.
Shook out of rattley constraints.
Planted in rich soil
Labels and packaging forgotten
Sprouting into their true selves.
Breaking forth from even the darkness
nothing forced as we all….I mean, the seeds
Reach forth toward the Son.
Growing up as they are meant to …