A new life has begun

Spring I think has finally arrived and with it comes new possibilities. New life will bloom, old tired beds of soil with soon be filled with intoxicating fragrances. Our lives certainly feel like freshly raked gardens. We seem stuck in a place we wouldn't have chosen to be in. It feels cold, lonely, and just plain uncomfortable. Kinda like the muddy soil we will soon bury new plants into. I hate being here in this miserable waiting place. Not knowing how long we will sit in the dark, longing to feel the life giving sunlight. Could it take too long? Will we lose sight of why we were brought here in the first place? I can only have faith that the Gardener who set us deep in this pit, knows just what we need and when. Its too hard to focus on what you don't have the eyes to see. And I am just too tired to spread my roots a bit to peak out of the grime.