Sometimes the earth is hard. The soil is dry and covered in clay.
Water is in short supply and seeds fail to grow. But in the face of such harsh reality,
there remains something unspoken in the human heart. It's not as if we believe that things are perfect. We know by the ache in our back and the silver at our temples that life is imperfect.
Yes life is imperfect, unfinished and impossible.
But this is not the only thing life is.
Each day the sun rises, even if rain continues to fall.
Each day someone smiles and loud laughter bounces around the room.
Each day there are those that pass into eternity - and those that take their first breath.
Life and the earth are hard, but tender hands continue to till the hard ground...
in hope of the harvest yet to come.
T.L. Eastman Copyright 2015