Beneath the Soil

The dying moments...They aren't really dying but merely transforming.  Sometimes, the moments last a short duration. Uncomfortable as it may be, the clouds move away quickly, the light shines down and the storm is past. My world is nourished from the cleansing rain and the lightening has taken out the dry, broken, useless things that no longer serve me.


However, other times, the dying moments seem to last on and on and on. There seems no end to the darkness, the lack of vision.  The road ahead is clouded with fog and visibility is zero. I creep along, barely staying on the road.  Yet these are the times when transformation is its most visible, its most intense, and its most productive.


It is the winter of my life when the soil of my heart is frozen, the time of light is shortened, and the sky is most grey. The colors disappeared from my view and life seems monotonous.  But...underneath the cold stillness, much growth is occurring. Much is unseen.

People looking from the outside may see my walk in life as coming to a halt. They may see me as being withdrawn. It's the vibrant life inside that they aren't seeing. The seeds of Creation are taking root.


There are no dying moments--only on  the surface. I wait for the surface to shift and display a bounty of inspiration and beauty. I wait for the surface of my life to show the wisdom and healing that have grown. I wait...and then I can share the excess of it all with everyone around me.


It's only a moment I am living...the fog is thick...but I can still feel the road. Don't be deceived by the dying moments inbetween.