why it was wonderful; why, all at once there were leaves.
Leaves at the end of a dry stick,
Leaves out of wood. It was wonderful,
You can’t imagine. They came by the wood path
And the earth loosened, the earth relaxed,
there were flowers
Out of the earth! Think of it! And oak trees
Oozing new green at the tips of them
Squeezed out of clay, soft flowers, limp
Stalks flowering. Well, it was like a dream,
It happened so quickly, all of a sudden
Excerpt from “The Sowing of the Dead Corn,” from Collected Poems, 1917-1982 by Archibald MacLeish
By Reverend Carol Rosine
Following the third or fourth blizzard, as the snow crept up my patio window and my next door neighbor disappeared behind a towering drift, I told my son that I bet the snow would still be here on the 4th of How much do you bet?” he asked. “A hundred bucks!” replied I. And we shook on it.
Back then it really did seem as if the snow would never disappear and yet in its place are now miniature hyacinths, tulips, and daffodils. The forsythia is in full bloom and the fruit trees are on the brink of blooming as well. As Archibald McLeish says, “It happened so quickly, all of a sudden….” And it’s been wonderful.
In the last few months, I’ve spent time in the Sonoma Desert and on a tropical island and yet I wouldn’t live any place but New England. I love it here, and not only the changing of the seasons. Something mysterious drew me here all those decades ago when I was young, knowing nothing but the plains of Iowa, never having traveled further east than Chicago. But when I arrived, I knew that I was home. The same thing happened when I walked into a Unitarian Universalist Church for the first time. The minister was preaching about things that I had been taught were heretical, things that I believed as well, and I knew, with relief, that I was home.
Something similar must have happened with many of our visitors because a whole bunch of them have “signed the book.” Perhaps it was the warm welcome they received, or what they heard from the pulpit, but whatever the reason, FUSF has become their spiritual home. We will be welcoming 19 of these new members on Sunday. I hope that all of you will be with us for this grand celebration.
See you up in church….Carol
P.S. By the way, I made good on the $100 bet.