Hope Springs Eternal
Earlier today I made my wife five flower boxes that she will use to plant and grow beautiful flowers and vegetables in the spring and summer. In a coat, with a runny nose, battling a chilled fall wind I built these boxes.
Why? Because I believe spring will come. When these cold days and frozen nights are gone, the flowers will blossom, the limbs will bud and the glorious sun will warm the earth and my soul.
Until then I hope. I hope not based on wishing and fantasy but on the season of spring, long days, short nights, which has always come before and I believe will come again.
Posted on December 5, 2015, in Contemplative and tagged #burden, #journey, #joy, #life, #path, #release, #seasons, #smallthings, #spring, #summer, #wisdom, mindfulness, Peace, Truth. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.