It reminds me of growth

The scent of earth,
reminds me of growth.
Of breaking,
turning,
sweat on my brow.
Of digging,
of holes,
that need to be filled.
Of seeds,
and of life.
It reminds me,
of water,
now and again,
every other day,
or once a week.
Of pulling,
of weeds,
of earth,
underneath my nails.
It reminds me,
of waiting,
of time,
of patience,
and then,
the reward,
of all your hard work.
Of new life,
of birth,
of little by little,
every day a little more,
until all there is left,
is to bloom!

The Heart Burns

The heart burns with tears,
as the land turns bones into ashes,
and Eden into a lifeless desert.

Souls rise against each other,
in the hand of the same Creator,
until the earth floods a second time.

Like leaves blowing away on the wind,
that is how Divine wisdom fades,
in the heart of selfish desires.

We have to kneel down and pray,
for the heart to awake from her slumber,
for our eyes to see the darkness we live in.

The light can only remain inside of us,
when the heart is willing to love,
a love that crosses every border.

Only when we learn to reach our hand,
beyond our own human knowledge,
we will learn to embrace this world with love.

Love is greatest power this world possesses,
why then do we not use it to shape the world,
into a place where every soul can live in love?

Belonging is sharing your heart and home,
with every living being the earth knows,
in the deepest love and harmony.

As this world is fiercely burning down,
I pray in the deepest depth of my heart,
that love will not die in the heart of mankind!