Ten dainty, tremulous snowdrops shake
their lonesome bells in breezeless air
this dreary January day,
evoking in my muted heart
(dumbed down with many a winter’s woe)
such delicate harmonies of hope.
Tinkling tunes, inklings of Spring,
my discordant dirges slinking off.

From bare brown earth heaven’s rule sprouts forth;
I re-affirm that CHRIST IS RISEN!
And I in him am raised to life.
Ears that hear already sense
our nearness to the gala days
of multi-splendoured summer glory.

E’en so, Lord Jesus, come! Amen.

Hugh Thompson

(January 2002)

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