IN THE MIDST of a Minnesota spring blizzard
IN THE MIDST of a Minnesota spring blizzard, and what sometimes seems a blizzard of bad news and negativity, here is a timeless poem. Wonderful for today. For any day. A poem like this is like a message in a bottle, a candle in the night. And just as the bird’s song “sweetest in the gale is heard,” a candle’s flame is brightest in the dark.