I feel like the ground in winter,
Hard, cold, dark, dead, unyielding.
Then hope pokes through me
Like a crocus.
-- Jean Little
If you’re feeling at all these days like the frozen ground in winter, my wish is that hope will soon come to sit alongside your fears, your sadness, your despair, your numbness, your frustrations, your panic, your disappointments.
Hope can’t banish unwelcome feelings, but it can help make them more bearable. Hope may be there inside you already and you just haven’t found it. Sometimes, to find a crocus, you have to acknowledge the dead leaves that are burying it.
Jean Little passed away on April 6. I like to think she would approve of my offering her poem at this time when so many are in need of hope — and crocuses.