|A Snake by Any Other Name....|
After they left, I did sit and contemplate the statue but I wasn't thinking of their vision. I was puzzling about how simple, perfectly natural things can become such symbols of hatred and fear? As if responding to my question, the little snake peered out of his hole, most likely seeking the warm stones, and smelled the air with his flicking tongue.
I didn't see the devil incarnate...I saw a simple little green and white snake living his peaceful life at the feet of the Christian symbol of peace on earth. It all seemed perfectly right, perfectly natural, to me. Truly, everything is in the eye of the beholder. It reminded me also of a William Blake (Thomas Merton's favorite poet) quote, Everything that Is, Is Holy.