The Cottonwood Gospel

 

The Cottonwood Gospel

Matthew 16:18 And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.

Acts 1:8 But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you: and ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judaea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth.

     From what I know of this tree, it is a living metaphor.  An idiom, no.  I’ve never heard a saying like “She’s got a case of the cottonwoods.” Not something like that.  But not too late to start one.

     Cottonwood trees love water.  Cathedrals arched in grand array line the bottomed bedded snakelike rivers muddied in a constant current.  Thrusting up from lowered roots, its shaft competes for shadowed sunshine sending limbs to grab a desperate catch.  Hence the drive along these rivers display wonderful arrangements of structural varieties.  Cottonwoods announce the boundary as flat fields meet cut banks.  Exposed roots tell of ones grasping soil with one and driving down with others.  The River which gives life, ironically erodes and exposes in symbiosis.

     A merry relationship is told this time of year as the cotton flies. Descending and floating wherever the wind breezes carry.  Everywhere it seems.  A diaspora of its epiphany of white visions casting wonderment around.  Spring is here.  Time of salvation is now.

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