Hidden in the Heart
“Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness.” ~ Rabindranath Tagore, from Gitanjali
Hidden in the heart
of late autumn’s barren
fields is the ripening
of seasons yet to come.
Roots clinging to frozen ground
wait patiently for their next long drink.
Seeds fallen from last summer’s blooms
beneath blankets of quilted leaves
and feathered snow.
All this hidden in the heart of things:
Fruits of the future,
Words unripened into speech,
Truth present but unseen,
Evidence yet to be awakened
by the faithful
of time and love.
~ Karen Hering
What lies dormant in your life now, hidden in the heart of things, waiting to be awakened? What possibilities for peace and justice are invisibly present in our world, waiting to bloom and ripen in the new season? If you wish to use a prompt, begin with the words, “Hidden in the heart of my life now….” and follow wherever it leads.