A Dark Husk

"Once when Boughton and I had spent an evening going through our texts together and we were done talking them over, I walked him out to the porch, and there were more fireflies out there than I had ever seen in my life, thousands of them everywhere, just drifting up out of the grass, extinguishing themselves in midair.  We sat on the steps a good while in the dark and the silence, watching them.  Finally Boughton said,

'Man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upward.'

And really, it was that night as if the earth were smoldering.  Well, it was, and it is.  An old fire will make a dark husk for itself and settle in on its core, as in the case of this planet.  I believe the same metaphor may describe the human individual, as well.  Perhaps Gilead.  Perhaps civilization.  Prod a little and the sparks will fly.  I don't know whether the verse put a blessing on the fireflies or the fireflies put a blessing on the verse, or if both of them together put a blessing on trouble, but I have loved them both a good deal ever since."

-Maryilynne Robinson, Gilead

Dawson's Cabin, Pennsylvania, December 8, 2013