Friday, January 21, 2011
The Meaning of Life
In my soul I have laid the story of God over this story of seed, or maybe God has laid the story of seed over this green and growing world. I find it beautiful, and comforting. In my garden I rejoice in green shoots, celebrate the exuberant beauty of flowering vines, mourn the untimely death of a plant taken by disease or predation, harvest the fruit, and in the fall, when frost visits all things, I sweep away the decaying bodies of my plants with small sorrow (for they have lived their full span) and treasure their seeds as the promise of spring's resurrection miracle.