Thought for April 2021

The dying leaves of a hundred million autumns have built up the humus from which our crops spring…… A hard, polished acorn falls to the ground and cracks open, but it sends one shoot down and another up, and later there is a tree. Life springs and grows where the bearers of life do not clutch it to themselves, but hear the call to let it go in the interests of fuller life and action.
Maria Boulding.