A December Rose Blooms

Long after the summer flowers faded, and the autumn leaves fell, I noticed one solitary rose bud on a bush outside our Long Island home. "It'll never survive" I thought to myself.  Then in late October, Super-storm Sandy hit, unfurling an unprecedented amount of damage to the surrounding cities.  As was well documented, much of Long Island was a disaster area with long gas lines, downed trees, floods, and people without heat and power for weeks.  Amazingly, the rose bud remained, albeit tightly closed.

Just as some progress from the Sandy cleanup was being made, a massive and fierce Nor'Easter dropped 6 inches of heavy wet snow causing more power outages, and problems.  It seemed that fall had absolutely given way to winter with neither a leaf on a tree,  or a petal on a flower. Yet, there outside of our window, the single rose bud held strong. 

The hustle and bustle of Thanksgiving came and went and the Christmas shopping began shortly after.  Cold nights gave way to frosty mornings, and I found myself scraping the ice from my car windshield in the morning. The gloves, hats, scarves all came out of storage as we prepared to settle in for winter.  

Then, on Friday, December 14th, the world seemingly stopped, as if it's wind was knocked out of us all, gasping at the news of the shootings in Newtown.  Like everyone, I spent the next several days grief stricken at the horrific reality of what took place.  To say my heart broke for these families is an understatement.  

When I awoke on Sunday December 16th, it was a somber, misty morning as a steady rain fell.  My mood was grim, but suddenly I remembered the rose.  What had happened to it? There to my utter disbelief, was this magnificent yellow rose!  It's petals appeared soft and delicate, but clearly this was a survivor, and a sign of light in the darkness, power yet grace, and hope for us all.  I'd like to share that rose with you now with the prayer that it may help you, as it did me.

Chris Corradino