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