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Yesterday, after what seemed a week of chaos and confusion,
my sister phoned to simply say she had seen the first daffodils of the year
and what hope they had given her.
This morning I went to look for them.
Frost crowned and frayed
I found them.
There they were.
keeping their own company
beneath the brittle thorns,
bright yellow nodding promise of
an as yet months away Spring.
And I thought how important,
how deeply important it is,
to pay attention,
to look for signs of hope.
to seek out the green bud on the wintered branch,
the tiny shoot beneath the frost,
the snowdrop in the snow.
To stop and listen long enough
to hear their seed song telling
that nothing, nothing, nothing,
stops the Spring from coming.
That far beyond the pride of tyrants,
the fall of empires,
the callous cruelty of the crowd,
there is a hope Eden sown into the very essence of it all
shining out in quiet ways around us,
heard in the Robin’s pre-dawn song,
felt in the frost cracked earth,
touched in the kind and outstretched hand,
seen in the first golden crown,
of frosted daffodils.