A little something I felt inspired to write...
Posted: January 8th, 2008, 11:04 am
As the world slept in encompassing darkness, a spark of thought awoke Thomas to a state of restlessness. A match was struck and the small table beside his bed turned luminous. The golden flame danced seductively on the reflective surface of the ink, beckoning to him.
Always awake, the Adversary attempted to squelch the spark with feelings of doubt. How could he pen the words which would forever paint him as traitorous in the eyes of the only nation he'd ever known? Certainly if a battle were to begin with words there were others more eloquent, he thought.
The candle flickered a moment. He smothered the flame and returned to bed.
The spark of thought festered.
Thomas was keenly aware of the fact that his influence upon government was of little significance. But however distant the ocean made the affairs of government, the effects of ill policy knocked sharply at his door, and stirred once again his emotions. The spark of thought flirting with anger and desperation, transformed to burning resolve.
Once again a match was struck. Once again a table illuminated. Amid the intense flame of courage, the Serpent cowered.
As if guided by some external force, he began to write... and so lit the torch.
In the comfortable and blissful slumber of complacency, a young man is jolted awake with the vision of his nation's founders as they stand helplessly gazing at the abandoned and now flickering torch lying in the dust. Shock turns swiftly to anger as he reflects on the actions of his government, and then to shame as he notes his own sloth. He pleas to his leaders vigorously and is met with silence. He pleas to his Creator and waits.
The Adversary goes to work again and the man recoils in self doubt. He waits for someone, anyone, to come to the aid of truth. Surely there is one more equipped than he, he reasons. Nightly, visions of the torch haunt him, as it lays on the ground which holds the mortal remains of the freedom fighters who once defended it.
Timidly at first, he steps forward, but is unworthy of the torch. In time, the desperation and anger become ignited by the spark of truth planted inside of him and transform to resolve. With courage he assumes his duty. He steps forward, rescues and holds high the torch.
In so doing, he enters the peaceful and peculiar abyss of neither traitor nor patriot.
Always awake, the Adversary attempted to squelch the spark with feelings of doubt. How could he pen the words which would forever paint him as traitorous in the eyes of the only nation he'd ever known? Certainly if a battle were to begin with words there were others more eloquent, he thought.
The candle flickered a moment. He smothered the flame and returned to bed.
The spark of thought festered.
Thomas was keenly aware of the fact that his influence upon government was of little significance. But however distant the ocean made the affairs of government, the effects of ill policy knocked sharply at his door, and stirred once again his emotions. The spark of thought flirting with anger and desperation, transformed to burning resolve.
Once again a match was struck. Once again a table illuminated. Amid the intense flame of courage, the Serpent cowered.
As if guided by some external force, he began to write... and so lit the torch.
In the comfortable and blissful slumber of complacency, a young man is jolted awake with the vision of his nation's founders as they stand helplessly gazing at the abandoned and now flickering torch lying in the dust. Shock turns swiftly to anger as he reflects on the actions of his government, and then to shame as he notes his own sloth. He pleas to his leaders vigorously and is met with silence. He pleas to his Creator and waits.
The Adversary goes to work again and the man recoils in self doubt. He waits for someone, anyone, to come to the aid of truth. Surely there is one more equipped than he, he reasons. Nightly, visions of the torch haunt him, as it lays on the ground which holds the mortal remains of the freedom fighters who once defended it.
Timidly at first, he steps forward, but is unworthy of the torch. In time, the desperation and anger become ignited by the spark of truth planted inside of him and transform to resolve. With courage he assumes his duty. He steps forward, rescues and holds high the torch.
In so doing, he enters the peaceful and peculiar abyss of neither traitor nor patriot.
