It takes courage to be crocus-minded.

It takes courage to be crocus-minded.

...I’d rather wait until June,

Like wild roses,

When the hazards of winter are

Safely behind and I’m expected,

And everything’s ready for roses.

But crocuses?

Highly irregular.

Knifing up through hard-frozen ground and snow,

Sticking their necks out

Because they believe in spring

And have something personal and emphatic to say about it.

...I’m not by nature crocus-minded.

Even when I have studied the

Situation, and know there

Are wrongs that need righting,

Affirmations that need stating,

And know that my speaking out may offend,

For it rocks the boat -

Well, I’d rather wait until June.

Maybe later things will work themselves out,

And we won’t have to make an issue of it.

Forgive me.

Wrongs won’t work themselves out.

Injustices and inequities and hurt

Don’t just dissolve.

Somebody has to stick their neck out;

Somebody who

Cares enough to think through

And work through

Hard ground,

Because they believe

And they have something personal

And emphatic to say about it.

Me - Crocus-minded?

Could it be that there are

things that need to be said,

And I need to say them?

I pray for courage. Amen