The Softening 1
The softened soil drinks in the rain
Those shoots struggling below the soil's imprisoning surface
sharpen their stems and pierce their way through.
It began inconspicuously as cloudy gray rainy days
When ice gave way with the first cracking of the hardness....
that trickle slid within and greeted the seeds and bulbs
It seeped to the thirsty roots, lower still
to the great tree roots of generations.
Hard seed shells soften and split with the pressure of exploding life.
Bulbs send out first the root, then the stem
So it goes on
all unseen in the heart of the earth.
As the heart of man dwells in darkness too,
The softening comes as well to you.
In the desperate winter of soul
it seeks out the life-giving flow
and sends out trembling tendrils
which want to know
If late Winter's rain means Joy or Woe.
Hopeful hearts look to May's floral array,
Healing hearts to better April,
Hurting hearts hide still from March
and see only the dismal drenching
despite their parched hearts
until they break through the hurt and probe the earth
and welcome in the new found flow of life.
YOU work on hearts and soften as well
as Dear Spirit's call waters with Word
You refresh all and call forth to life
all can respond but the hardest of heart.
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