The Promise

December 17th, 2014

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A book I’ve been reading describes winter as a time to be “scoured.” An odd description, but step out into a winter wind on a bleak day and you can feel Nature’s abrasive being applied to your body and soul. The banana tree that put out leaves so lavishly this summer in its turquoise pot has been scoured by the cold weather. Hidden among its drab brown remains are the shafts of green leaves caught in mid-unfurling and left hanging with summer unfulfilled. But still. The green is there like a hidden message for anyone who looks past the dead foliage to the tree’s core.  Even as we layer up in fleece and parkas and hunch our shoulders against the razoring winds, I believe “the force that through the green fuse drives the flower” is in us too, still alive, still waiting quietly to race through our bones and blood in a great spring shout.

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