Wednesday Wish (108); Let Nature Speak

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She let nature speak.

And without voice or word, she listened.

She let nature unravel the complicated parts.

She let nature soothe.

She let nature till

And weed

And sow

The garden of her soul.

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There it was

A dark brown spot of dirt.

If you walked too fast

You’d miss it

But if you slowed

You might

just

see

That it was busy alright
Underneath

Filled with faith

A faith as strong as Spring can be

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She knew.

She always knew.

She didn’t need to fear

To consider the judgments

Or the opinions

Or the brains outsmarting their hearts.

Because she knew

Her nature.

She knew

What she came to earth to do.

She knew

She would blossom

Because she was a flower

And that’s what flowers

Do.

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He doesn’t ask

Or check his watch

He doesn’t doubt

Or deny his inner clock

He just wakes up

And goes outside

Because it’s time.

Time to end the darkness

Time to open into Spring.

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It’s Spring in the Northeast. Hibernation season is nearing an end, the season of light has already begun. Brown spots of earth fester. Flowers peek up their heads and some enjoy a blossom. And we? We humans? Have we forgotten that we are of nature, too?

For like seeds, we fester

And ruminate

But if we stop for a moment to see

Ourselves

From beneath the surface

We can’t help but know

That we can do nothing less

Than become who we were always meant to be.

For like flowers, when we grow toward the light

Toward the kindness

And the love

And the warmth,

We are fed

With exactly what we need.

For like bears,

When the time is right

we crawl into our dens

Of dark

To hibernate

To dream

To ignore the hurt of cold.

And then,

When it is all over,

When the sun returns with its kind heat

To warm our coldest parts

We emerge

With the promise of regeneration

Of new birth

New hope

With the promise of Spring

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Let nature speak
To You.

And without voice or word, listen.

Let nature unravel the complicated parts.

Let nature soothe.

Let nature till

And weed

And sow

The garden of your soul.