Shadows in the snow
Only hope can know
Spring will come again.
There is an end to pain.

What seems invincible
Is one day overcome.
At first we feel undone
By that which proves most serviceable.

Despite the endless beating
Of ice upon the thorn
I know that there’s a purpose
In each snowy morn.
Whatever the wintry weather
Hurled at my door.

The sun will rise,
I know.
They will come again.
Shadows on the snow.