"For many, I was as dangerous as an ice storm."
Last night during a treacherous ice storm, I watched the series finale of the Tudors. Many had seen the finale months ago, but I don't have cable and have to wait for a copy from the library. After months of waiting, I wasn't disappointed. In fact, it seemed fitting that I should watch the finale during one of the most dangerous ice storms in recent memory.
Henry VIII could be describe as an ice storm. Before the storm commenced, birds chipped, the sun shone brightly and if you haven't seen the weather report, you would swear spring was on its way. Henry's reign began with much promise. He was a true Renaissance king, intelligent,well-read, athletic and handsome. The sun shone brightly for England, but weather and kings can change in a heart beat.
The ice storm came, encasing the world in a cold tomb. The ice was more destructive than fire, destroying monasteries, religious shrines and the laws of England. When a lull in the storm came, people relaxed. Hoping that the worst was over. However, the ice wasn't easily defeated.
As the ice storm raged and as prayers ascended to heaven, the thought of tomorrow frightened many. Will the storm ever end? What will the damages be? Will we ever return to normal? As suddenly as the ice storm began, it stopped with a ray of sun shining through. Perhaps the future won't be so bleak after all. A new king has been crowned and a new day is dawning. Long live the king!
