In the quiet places of the hard things
Are seeds of future gifts.
Good God gifts.
Gifts for you; for others.
Untie the ribbon of grief.
Open the wrapping paper of fear.
Look deep into the box of loss.
Now take hold of the promise.
Breathe in the glimmer of hope.
Notice the strategic seeds of serendipity.
Witness the new sprout, the growth, and the flower.
And remember the hard soil
that brought forth new life; new joy.