A Prayer to Snowdrop
I.
If only
I could be
so still
my white mare would be calm
as the figure on the hill
and the people working
in the mills
would return to the countryside
to tend her.
II.
If only
I could be
so silent
all the crashes, all the bangs,
all the violence
might cease and in a moment
of enlightenment
we might hear
the true words of a God.
III.
If only
I could be
so resilient
the snows would fall around me
in all their brilliance
and all the cities, towns
and villages
would stop
to admire a snowdrop.
The Cell of Sister Patience 
These words catch the stillness of the season as we witness in the snowdrop the first stirrings of the awakening year.
I love to see the snowdrops arrive. They appear so delicate, but the are strong and a good image to hold when one feels the need to stand firm in the face of the cold realities of the present day.