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For this week, a poem on hope growing in winter:

I was surprised in January
by a crocus growing right outside my kitchen door:
a splotch of spring that burst through winter’s veil.

Surprised again- in just two weeks
I couldn’t find the crocus for the snow,
fresh fallen, the last laughter in winter’s fling.

It is buried now, my crocus,
hidden, but not forgotten,
for I know it’s there…
hope growing in winter,

Shalom beneath the snow.

-          Ann Weems, Searching For Shalom