The Soil of the Heart

“At times so many memories trample my heart that it becomes impossible to know just what I am feeling and why”.  Mark Nepo

“Our mind of love may be buried deep under many layers of forgetfulness and suffering”  Thich Nhat Hanh

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Spring earth

bears the memory

of

the winter

hiding in its depths

the frozen

dead

remains of that which once

lived

and bloomed

beauty

now shriveled and

rotting

and yet

the hand of the tiller may

turn this soil

that is the essence of all life

and bring forth

out of

earth broken open

new life

I am often winter soil

trampled down

frozen

dead life trapped within

the layers of

failure and suffering

and yet when touch by

the hand of

the Tiller

when the soil of my heart

is turned

release

that which nurtures

soaks deep

into my soul

and

newness blossoms forth

from the old decay

Thank you God

Great

Tiller of the soul