on this morning mercies were new, but it did not feel that way to you,

on this morning

mercies were new,

but it did not feel

that way to you,

for you are tired

of giving

while seeing

no fruit,

tired of the weather

and too much

to do:

take heart,

take shelter,

for right now,

this is winter,

and these cold

quiet lands

have done

all they can.

And some things

may not grow

the way

you had planned,

but even here

in your soul

may you soon

understand:

you are free

to believe

in much

better things

and these seeds

will rise

from the ground

in spring.

You have to wait

but you will see:

no matter how long winter lingers,

it lets go,

it leaves.

– Morgan Harper Nichols