Seeds of Life

I dig…

I dig laboriously with my bare hands…

I dig incessantly unmindful of the scorching heat of the sun burning my flesh.

I look at the hollow I have excavated then let go from my grasp the seeds I was holding. I breathe a sigh of faith giving up the precious seeds to be nourished by tears from the clouds and rays from the sun.

Life is like a plant. We dig heart, plant love and kindness and nourish them to have a meaningful life.

Somebody once told me, the seed of rectitude resides in every person’s heart. It’s there quiescent, waiting to be unfolded by the one who cares enough to dig and bare the goodness inside.

Then we nurture it with love. We work arduously to make sure that the seed will be nourished and turn it into a good plant.

With this I remember a special someone who cared enough to wake up the seeds inside me. They came out disheveled and unsure which part to open their buds… but love changed everything.

Now what remains is just faith…faith that the seeds will grow into a beautiful flower in the perfect time.

I will persist on digging…

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