Snowdrops

by Lucy M. Young

There is a corner in my garden, overgrown by grass and weeds,
Where the snowdrops grow;
Sheltered from the harshest winds and deepest snows of winter
By the sturdy trunk and spreading branches of the weeping willow tree,
Intrepidly enduring February's bitter cold.

Each year I look for them,
And wonder if they'll make it through the ice and snow,
The frozen earth and tangled undergrowth;
But each year they appear, more plentiful than ever,
Waiting patiently beneath the snow
To bravely lift their pure white, fragrant blossoms
To the winter sun.

Dear Lord, may I be like the snowdrops -
Undaunted by the storms of life,
The stress and strain and pain of daily living.
Let me lift my face each day to the sunshine of Your love;
And, like the snowdrops, smile and dance
To the eternal music of the stars.