Sow

Sow.

Such a quiet word.

To sow
is to trust
what cannot yet
be seen.

A seed
pressed gently
into waiting soil.

Faith disguised
as patience.

We sow 
effort.
Kindness.
Dreams.
Healing.

Sometimes
without proof
that anything
will grow at all.

And yet—

life has a way
of returning
what was planted,

often in seasons
we least expect.

Perhaps becoming
is simply this:

learning to sow
hope anyway,

even after storms
have taught us
how fragile
gardens can be.

With love

— Maggie The Afterlove Voice 💫

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