Prism of Prose

Seasons

One must be observant to recognize the seasons. Everything has its seasons. The sun shines and earth warms. The farmer knows it is time to plant his crop. But how does one know the seasons of the soul? It is the soul where the seeds are sown for eternity. The stakes are much higher for knowing these seasons. One may ask; what season is my soul in? Looking back at April 2020, I was on ...

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