A Warriors Pledge
Oh Lord, here he was again. His health was failing
he found himself in the house of demons. This was
the place they locked you away on the word of
man. It really had nothing to do with guilt or
innocence, it was mans mighty chess game, money
over morality. Those who didnt go along with the
new systems principles of earthly dominion had a hard
road to walk. If one believed in Celestial power and
wanted to follow simple truths and justices they often found
that their hands were tied. Quite literally, if they over stepped
the bounds of conformity too far, they were tied, tried
and found wanting by the system they worked in, they
were dismissed. There was nothing he could do
about the way the system operated, just try to survive
and keep close to himself the small secret kindnesses
that rarely came his way. From some where came an
illusion of a small white dove and the voice of an
angel. Ever present, was the voice, and in the voice, the sound
of tears as an angel watched the breaking of a spirit, of a
soul, of a heart. This would not do. So from whether the
dove or the voice of the angel, a spark was ignited. The glimmer
of a light hidden so far deep within a heart, began to
burn. In the gray darkness amidst the cries of tortured souls, the
men cast into bondage, the burning desire for Holy Spirit began to
become such a hunger until the oath to pledge his soul to God
became a most fervent undertaking. The day arrived, the vow
of eternal loyalty to be made. As he bowed his head in supplication
to the Creator of all things, the white hair servant of He who is
the Great I Am began his invocations, his prayers and offerings
while anointing the head of the newly vowed warrior. The heavens
rejoiced, the dove cooed, the angel brushed away a tear. Now the
journey would begin as great anger from below began to
permeate the presence of all those who were around. The warrior
returned to the place of his keeping knowing his choice was
right, his commitment made everlasting. In the small hours
of darkness, those hours before light, the ones in which those
who hide their faces dwell; the attack was launched. The leader
of the evil ones put his plan into action. The soul who just pledged
was struck down, and at deaths door his crucifix ripped from about
his neck but that was just a symbol, they could not rip the love for
his Father from his heart. The priest who had performed his sacred
duty of baptism was plunged into the turmoil of the hellish sound
of crunching metal, broken bones, his ministry put on hold as the
evil one hoped he was doing a death watch in duo, and by chance
how many souls would be lost if these two were removed. The
cry went out loud and fast, he has died. Hed pledge now he was
dead, rumored the men of the gray block walls. Yes, even the
priest who made it possible is almost in the grave. Not so
fast. The dove still flaps its wings, the angels voice is
still close as the two souls hold fast to their love of the
Father. He who is without beginning or end, holds them in the
palm of His hand. While this world has a tenuous hold
on the thread that binds them here for now and the father
of lies wages war against them, they remain ever steadfast
in their devotion to the Creator of All Things even in
the darkest of moments, they know that a war is being
waged. They have made their choice and
spat in the face of the oppressor.
by Snofire unless stated otherwise.
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