The spring Sun, bright in a clear blue sky slowly warms the heavy, wet clay soil of the fields. At first barely penetrating the saturated ground but as it rises, as the intensity increases with each passing hour, each passing day the solar energy awakening the seeds of last years plants, triggering the once dormant fruits of vegetative labour into a burst of frenzied activity.
Husks split, shells open as moment by moment the power of the sun brings forth new life. A shoot, a root, the unstoppable, unquenchable quest for nutrients, for growth, the cycle of birth, death and rebirth played out over eons, over and over as the World turns and all life turns with it. the cycle of the seasons driven by the planets axial tilt and rotational velocity.
A miracle, but not divine, unless nature itself is divine….
….The ultimate hope of resurrection?