Maple trees are uncommon on my busy, hackberry-dotted city street. Yet here on the edge of my asphalt driveway, the soil holds memory of maples in a strip of lavender and black-eyed susan filled Earth. In this narrow patch of seldom tended soil there has sprouted this summer not one but two maples inches high one waving five leaves when I walk by.
These two little trees remind me if Earth can hold and tend the seed and memory of maples as evidenced here, then the hardest of hearts hold the memory of love and compassion. If the sun's warmth can coax these treasures from soil, our love can call forth healing and hope from soul's seeming so hard and loveless.
-Dawn, The Good News Muse, 17 August 2011
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