O Creator of Seasons,
clear space to find me
where I am buried and overwhelmed,
snowed in, in mind and body and spirit.
Shovel through the busyness and white noise,
through the stress of circumstances,
until the sun streams in
to brighten my soul.
Spread salt to secure my footsteps
on difficult ground,
to melt away the hazards
that could wipe me out again.
O Creator of Seasons,
be with me for comfort,
and guide me safely onto a new path
in the midst of this snowy season.