Hope, buried under snow, soggy with the rains, sprouts in daffodil yellow.
Wondering. Pondering. Another day of rain. Beauty lurks behind the clouds.
Spirit, teacher of wisdom, speak softly in my ear.
“Precious child, you are loved. Always, I am near.
Listen, deep into your heart, wisdom lies buried in the Earth."
Healing, helping, serving, praying.
Spirit brings healing here.