Wednesday, January 07, 2004
Coated in Ice
A beautiful crystalline shell freezing all movement. But there is so much extra weight on the leaves, branches, that even a squirrel or a bird's added weight snaps their hold.
How often do I surround my heart in ice? How often do I protect myself from further pain this way, only to find that the tiniest things, a careless comment, a child's impatience, a misplaced hope are too much weight to bear?
I watch the robin alight in the dogwood. He chips away at the icy glaze on the branch, whether to unearth a meal or to establish a dry place to stand I don't know. Patience will bring a thaw, and maybe freezing this picture in my mind will remind my heart to stay open to the light.