brown and green and gray and wet.
washing away the months of cold. and bitterness.
the hard earth soft once more. now able to be held in a hand. to be moved. to be changed. to be the place where new life bursts forth.
who would believe that same place covered,
layered with ice and snow could produce such beauty.
in a matter of changing seasons.
changing hearts.
to the One who takes my heart, holds it in His hand and makes it soft again.
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