Spirit of Life,
Source and Sustainer of all:
True winter is now here.
Snow has fallen on the town and the forests,
and the cold becomes ever deeper.
Small trees and shrubs are bowed
by the weight of snow.
They are bowed, but they do not break.
They flex and they bend.
They flex and they bend,
and they hold the snow in beautiful shapes,
and in this way they survive.
Spirit of life,
when change comes,
when we are asked to hold more
than we think we can bear,
may we learn to flex and bend.
May we have faith that we can go on
for at least a little longer.
May we see the beauty of our new shape.