


In Praise of the Snow Drop (8 Years Ago)
The Snow Drop is one of my favorite flowers.
Its bloom resembles a white paper bell hanging from a green stem.
The contrast between white and green
clears and purifies my heart.
As its name suggests, the Snow Drop blossoms from within the snow.
It must have struggled, twisting and turning through the frozen ground—
longing to see the sky.
So when its tender sprout pushes through the earth,
like the first whiskers on a boy entering adolescence,
I find it admirable—
and when I think of how hard it must have been
to grow beneath that cold, hard soil,
I even begin to feel sorry for it.
But more than anything,
what makes me love this flower
is the symbol of love it holds in its heart.
At first, it's hidden beneath the white petals,
but as the flower matures and shyly opens its chest,
a green heart-shaped pattern is revealed from within.
The Snow Drop is short—
barely longer than half the length of my hand.
So even though it blooms in clusters,
at first glance, these small white flowers
seem plain and easy to overlook.
The Snow Drop does not show
its most intimate secrets to just anyone.
Only to those who lower themselves
and meet its gaze at ground level,
does it reveal its hidden symbol of love.
So when the Snow Drop finally reveals its green heart,
winter has already receded,
and spring has fully arrived.
To share that quiet moment of love
with the first Snow Drop blooming in my yard—
declaring that spring has come—
is one of the earthly delights I enjoy in spring.
And for that joy,
I do not hesitate today
to lie flat on the earth
just now thawed from winter’s hold.