The Crocus
A yellow crocus bloomed today.
Where all is dead and bleak and bare,
It flashed its light along the way
And radiantly twinkled there.
Out of the darkness and the gloom,
Braving the blizzard's bitter sting,
There came this golden bit of bloom
To herald the advancing spring.
"Hold out! Hold out!" it seemed to say,
"Soon must the siege of winter fall,
The daffodils are on their way,
The hyacinths have heard you call.
"Behind me comes a countless throng
Of bigger, braver blooms than I;
The woods shall shortly ring with song,
Spring's glorious army draweth nigh."
A yellow crocus flashed today
Its torch of faith for all to see—
The troops of spring are on the way,
The captive earth will soon be free.
My Goals
A little braver when the skies are gray,
A little stronger when the road seems long,
A little more of patience through the day,
And not so quick to magnify a wrong.