The butchers came in broad daylight. With no thought of disguising their work, they sliced limb from limb and left misshapen trunks in their wake.

It was totally unexpected. Yes, they left their warning mark months ago, so long ago it had become ignored and then forgotten. But they didn’t forget.

It served their purpose – ridding the space of troublesome interferences. Things that could get in the way in the future, in the colder times to come.

But there was no other thought of what is to come. No appreciation for loveliness or symmetry. Only practical concerns. Empty space that once was filled. The power must get through.

Now it is left to us to wait for the healing, for the growth. And to shape that growth along the way, in the return to beauty .

Yes, to wait, and to watch, and to be thankful for the new life that follows destruction. Always. Every day.

4 thoughts on “butchers

  1. elsie says:

    It is sad to view the trees after the surgery. I hope the cutters do it with a heavy heart. I know it is necessary, but I don’t have to like it.

  2. onesunflower says:

    It is amazing that those who cut down trees always seem to make the left overs so ugly. What Phoenix will rise?

  3. pamelahodges says:

    Yes new life does follow destruction,
    Your last two sentences are so strong.
    Always. Every day.
    butchers, interesting description, I guess you didn’t like what they did?

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