It sits there heavy with the weight of a thousand souls buried beneath it’s surface. With numerous heartbreaks piled on top and many of bonds intertwined throughout it.
It sits there… No biases but ready to hold it’s seekers to full accountability. The hearts of so many aching for its blissfulness. It sits in a pool of tears belonging to the unworthy. Intertwined in its makeup sits hope, submission, courage and lacks pride.
The seed of love dies with our lack of desire to see it grow, to trust in its process. It sits sturdy and full of possibilities waiting to multiply. Ready to be planted, watered and nurtured. There is a seed for everyone, you just have to find who it’s planted in.