Every seed begins in silence.
It waits, hidden in the soil, until the right moment.
Inside, entire worlds are folded

The same is true within us.
There are Seeds Patience, wisdom, kindness, love, faith.
They do not clamor for attention.
They wait for a place to grow.

Yet not every seed finds a home.
Some fall where the ground is hard.
Some fall among rocks, with no depth to hold them.
Some fall among thorns, strangled before they can rise.
But some find good soil, and bear much fruit.

Ponder is a place for planting.
Stories become soil.
Choices become roots.
Reflection becomes water.
And in time, what was hidden begins to grow.

The question is...
Will they take root in you?