Our
harvest did not bear the fruit of the blossoms which we had dared to
cultivate. Our toil did not yield what was deserved for this great rich
land, which we love so much. For so sometimes it must be, without a nod to
reason, logic or fairness, often the most beloved and tended seed,
stubbornly refuses to grow.
But
the wounded farmer does not give up. For now is the time to enrich our
soil. If we are willing to plough our unripened failures back into the
cooling earth, we will nourish the very soul of our argument and feed the
lifeforce that will allow it to flourish again.
Many
times the bulb planted in the early warmth of spring will disappoint
but though an autumn sowing has no chance of an early reward, the
patient farmer knows the long wait will be worth it, when at last the
harvest bins are full.
What
happens in those long dark dormant months is nothing short of
miraculous. For without their hardship, the Spring would have no foundation. In truth,
they are not dormant at all. The frost to come will only serve to break
up the ground for us. We must embrace it. For those who hope to strip our land of strength do not understand its true riches and they will be confused by our faith.
We
must now furrow the heat of our spoiled summer back into every field.
The fruit that did not ripen must not be wasted. For though we did not
eat of it fully, the new seeds which have set are many in number, and
they are ripe to take up the task.
Let
us cast those seeds now to the autumn winds in faith and hope that we have
gathered them well. Let us brew up a winter storm that will refresh our
vigour and blow out the rotten that must fall away.
For
in the dark, we can dream unseen. In the dark, we will grow un-noticed.
Dig-in Scotland, dig-in.
For in the Spring, our shoots will shatter their
slumber once more...
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