When the troubles come,
and we struggle just to connect…
When we yearn for movement,
and we are snowed in so deep…
When the simple,
has become a chore…
We rightly cry out to you,
“Enough! Stop it! Why me?”
God of all times,
remind us that spring always follows winter.
Lure us toward hopeful watching.
Point out the helpers
plowing us out from beneath
the drifts of depression.
Redirect our perspective,
revealing the technology that connects:
plows, phones, and computers.
Open our hearts to the expansive love
that struggles beside us in these frigid times.
Melt away the icy harshness within,
that we become conveyors of love and justice
to neighbor and helper, stranger and foe.
Reveal to us the beauty
in the crystal snowflake
that we only saw as hardship. Amen.