The turf is marble underfoot, 
The fountain drips with icy spears;
And round about the cedar's root
The hungry blackbird pecs and pears. 
Yet down below the frozen rind
The silent waters creep and meet; 
The roots press downwards unconfined, 
Where deeper burns the vital heat.
Arthur Benson. 

 "These things I have spoken to you, so that in me
you may have peace."
I was reminded of that verse when I read this poem because
I see the frozen season as our trials and tribulations, but
underneath, our faith presses down deeper where the vital
heat of His Spirit abides.