This week, Monday, I was leaving the house to go to work and I saw something so striking I went back in to get my camera...and you have to picture what it looked like outside. We'd had two feet of snow, and it was slowly melting and dropping down from all the trees. There'd been no killing frost or freeze - just the rain and then all that snow.
So when it melted, the snow revealed my rose - a Knock-Out Rose, I had planted a couple of years ago. It's leaves still green (and, yes...bug eaten) - unfrozen. And from it's bent and bowed trunk there hung a single beautiful rose. I had created a mini garden beneath a rhododendrum (which are so plentiful and beautiful in West Virginia) and the rose was my favorite addition. Sadly, the storm splintered a tree and many branches, unable to bear the weight of the weather, broke off, coming down upon the rhododendrum and breaking it. But beneath the wreckage, the rose revealed itself - bowed but unbroken, amidst the snow still blooming.
I can't help thinking of the many metaphor's this brings to mind, not the least of which is Bette Midler's wonderful song, The Rose. It's hope amidst wreckage, it's renewal amidst death, it's the desire of life to continue, even at winter's worst predations. It's peace when around it, broken and chaotic - the storm continues. It's a solitary declaration of - I'm alive and things will get better - no matter what. So many meanings.
Anyway, all that to say - here is the photo...and here is the song
[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxSTzSEiZ2c]The Rose - by Bette Midler + lyrics - YouTube[/ame]
Life has a way of enduring, even amidst what seems the worst carnage....and music captures that sense of hope despite all.