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Monday, June 3, 2013

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

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