Topsoil, that essential and precious resource that is the stuff of growth, the matrix of fecundity; some places deep and rich; some places thin and denuded; constantly vulnerable to erosion by both natural forces and human neglect and abuse.  Not unlike the human soul.

Furrow, for that long, narrow trench made in the soil by a plow, especially for planting seeds or for irrigation.

Come and see what seeds might be sown in your soul, and what might take root and flourish.

"The happiest person is one who learns from nature the lesson of worship."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson