The Winter Flowers
Have you ever seen a winter flower?
They are very rare, you
know.
They grow in the snow;
Snows of dissension and strife, hatred and
unkindness,
Snows of hardship, failure and vice.
They grow oblivious to
their environment
For their blossoms continually face the Son,
Even when
His face is shrouded in clouds.
No matter how hard and furious
The winds
of discontent blow about them,
Their blossoms never fade, nor do their petals
fall.
And when they are trampled by the feet of worldly disbelief,
They
never die –
The remnant seed lives on.
You are called to be a winter
flower,
Prepared for this season of cold.
You are a rare, delicate bloom
growing in the cold snows
Of man’s logic, his pride and self-concern.
You
shall draw the hardened hearts to the beauty of your
Colors against the
cold,
And cause them to look upward to
Find the Source of the miracle
of
Flowers that can bloom
In the snow.
