Spring Bloom

First, the hole.
Not too shallow or deep - it all depends on what goes in.
Hard work - the challenge of rocks, roots and clay.
Frustrating,
when the tool that’s supposed to make a neat, easy hole - doesn’t.
Messy - cold, wet, stick-to-the-hands dirt.
Drop it in.
There is a right-side-up, but not to worry.
When the time comes, it will find its way - honest.
It does not look like anything special.
Small, withered, brown & flaky.
Cover it up and wait.
How long?
Depends - for some, a few months; for a child, forever.
I am a child in so many ways, and time is relative.
It, too, must wait
for the cold, the wet, the warmth, the right time.
Through all the long winters of your life,
it lies dormant and cold.
You forget,
but the promise is always there.
It will come - slowly inching through -
multiplying, pushing, straining upward, bursting forth.
One day you will see it and know,
for it is a magnificent thing of perfect beauty
and warms your heart.
Was it worth the trouble?
Though not here long,

it leaves a small seed in your soul -
Hope.

When you sow, you do not plant the body that will be,

but just a seed, perhaps of wheat or of something else.

But God gives it a body as he has determined,

and to each kind of seed he gives its own body....

So will it be with the resurrection of the dead.

The body that is sown is perishable,

it is raised imperishable;

it is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory;

it is sown in weakness,

it is raised in power; it is sown a natural body,

it is raised a spiritual body.

1 Corinthians 15:37 - 38, 42 - 44