A moonbeam pierces the dark sky.
A ray of sunshine illuminates the tepid earth, unfolding the resident glory that lay dormant.
Nights of darkness give way to days of light which opt to rest and come up again in resplendent and renewed radiance.
O, unseeing heart of stone, lay down to rest. You will be awakened as a heart of flesh as the new day dawns. Don’t be dismayed by the darkness that surrounds for it will soon give way to light and life and love.
The fennel seeds fell into my hand; they have seen many mornings dawn, evenings fade, and dark nights keep watch. They were not diminished by their shriveled form, their empty ventricles. They lay in total peace, confident in the season that awaits. Where all is quiet, buried in the deep, unseen, inactive, but being fed and replenished with rich, life-giving nutrients.
A tall, stalky skeleton guards the garden bed. Waiting for the winter to then give way to spring.
Stop and see the seasons, don’t fret.