When the Frost Has Gone
When the frost has gone, the ground looks barren. Covered with the dead residue of plants once alive and green. But there in the recesses, sheltered by the old dead leaves, new sprouts appear. Tiny, almost unnoticeable. And from these sprouts something grand and green will grow. Because even if we sometimes have to shed all exterior signs of life, to shelter ourselves in the deep dark ground, we are not dead. New growth will spring from having drawn back into the deepness.