The Story of our Lives

Breathe in deep the smell of dry earth between fingertips and know that it really has no use at all until we comprehend its true, miraculous worth. I planted a little story seed and, watered with tears of joy or sorrow, watched it as it began to grow. We weep for a past that’s been and gone but the seed continues growing with each drop of liquid gained. We weep for the now which means so much to some. Weep for this and that meanwhile the seedling becomes an epic. The story of our lives. From dust to seed, to life then, back to dust again.

Shared with Jenny Matlock Saturday Centus #77 100 words + the prompt ‘I planted a little story seed.’ 106 altogether.

Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

18 thoughts on “The Story of our Lives”

  1. Lovely text.
    It somehow echoes the depths of the Old Testament: ‘From dust to dust’, which are words that are a part of the funeral service here in Sweden.
    This is said when the first scoops of dirt are cast down in the grave or on the casket inside the church (if it is not to be a ground burial outside).
    Very serious words.
    Well done.
    Best wishes,

    Anna’s SC wk 77 ‘I planted a little story seed’

  2. indeed, our lives filled with sorrow, pain still grows away from what we wanted it to be, expected to write it as 🙂

  3. It seems there are more tears of sadness than joy right now. Excellent take on the prompt. Your writing is so lovely.

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