Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Winter of the Mind
Stripped bare, all twigs and bark,
Primal essetials shed leafy ephemera.
I bank fire for full-bloomed Spring.
(Kim Anderson 2006. All rights reserved.)
Gardeners prefer to prune in fall and winter when the sap is sluggish and a cut won't bleed the tree to death. They prune when leafless summetry is displayed without distractions, in time to allow the tree to hoard its strength for spring's opportunities.
Then there are the bonfires, the last glory of withered Christmas greens and misshapen garden limbs alike.
God is a patient Gardener, One who knows the value of gathering winter. This snow-banked pause at the turn of the year crystallizes God's invitation to cooperate with His pruning. What stays? What goes? And will I dance in the firelight as the things that sap my strength go up in smoke?