Tucked away, deep in a hollow sheltered from the wind, these small white flowers, and the few beds within a hundred feet of them, are all that announces that spring is coming, that spring is here. Even though white patches of snow cover brown leaves, bark, and fallen trees further afield, these have blossomed and signaled to the world that spring is coming…spring is coming…an announcement by a few patches of wildflowers hidden in an obscure woodland.
But these flowers are more than that…they are signs of hope. In an age when it feels like so many are losing hope, and evil seems to reign like a drowning fog over the landscape of the world, these flowers dare to say “we are alive and thriving, bright and hopeful, in this world that prefers the dullness of brown and grey.”
Will you, like these flowers, stand for hope, for goodness, in an age when so many embrace wickedness?