Up through the ground, kissed by the frost, a tender bloom seeks a light long lost, with some gentle force and quiet power, hope emerges on the green as a snowdrop flower.
But, if such a small and fragile thing can pierce the frost to greet early spring, then why can't we, like a snowdrop stay, to wake and rise on a cold January day?
Our strength must lay dormant within, beneath the cold joints that make us wince, so, we must try to learn to trust and be seen, like the gentle snowdrops growing on the green.