I read the news daily and I think there is so much darkness in the world, so much despair. How can there be any hope? Why, as a human race, with all the intelligence we have, do we still live in such dark times? Children suffer, people kill in the name of God, Governments suppress and harm their own people. The world can seem to be in such terrible chaos.
And then I remember, in my small front garden, as the snow begins to melt, tiny green fingers will soon start to poke from the soil, and purple, white and yellow faces will appear and reach toward the sky and I think, if the fragile little crocus can do it, so can I.
And for just a moment, everything is right with the world.