Into this atmosphere of apprehension and disquiet Spring comes with its message of life. It is seedtime and from under the cover of earth life is ready to dazzle us with its resiliency. Seeds are ready to release their secret of life. The power of Divine Life is within each one and every seed is a mystery that holds a miracle. Seeds are gifts from the past and a path to the future. They provide nourishment and beauty. Their germination reminds us that there is life in the darkness and life will always grow toward the light.
Let your steadfast love be upon us, even as we hope in you.
Plant some seeds and watch them grow. If you have no garden space, use a pot. Meditate on what they were and what they have become. Be grateful for the miracle of life.
And He was saying,” The kingdom of God is like a man who casts seed upon the soil; and he goes to bed at night and gets up by day, and the seed sprouts and grows–how, he himself does not know. The soil produces crops by itself; first the blade, then the head, then the mature grain in the head.”
We Christians are a people of spring time rather than autumn: we see the sprouts of a new world rather than the yellowed leaves on the branches.
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep the Spring from coming.
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
A seed neither fears light nor darkness, but uses both to grow.
Of all the wonderful things in the wonderful universe of God, nothing seems to me more surprising than the planting of a seed in the blank earth and the result thereof.
Julie Moir Messervy
The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there?
Every seed carries a secret. We will never come to fully know this secret because it belongs to the mystery of creation. Yet, we can learn again what hundreds of generations did before us, namely, to live with the secret, to use them as gifts, and to honor them as the source of life on this planet.
I think that any time of great pain is a time of transformation, a fertile time to plant new seeds.
We know we cannot plant seeds with closed fists. To sow, we must open our hands.
Adolfo Perez Esquivel
Dreams are the seeds of change. Nothing ever grows without a seed, and nothing ever changes without a dream.
The season of failure is the best time for sowing the seeds of success.
Hope sleeps in our bones like a bear waiting for spring to rise and walk.