You may need to go back to review... Part 1 Part 2
Our hero, once reaching the cavern’s mouth, dismounted and entered with care
When his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he gasped at what he saw there!
All ‘round the dragon’s cave were piles of glittering treasure
Gold, silver, precious jewels and riches beyond measure
But all of these stolen, beautiful gems, in Draidyn’s mind, did not compare
To the maiden he saw in the midst of it all, so lonely, so pale, so fair!
“Ahem,” he coughed, alerting the girl.”I suppose this may sound cliché,
But I’ve slain Zatura, that hideous beast, and I’d like bear thee away!”
“Lord bless thee!” she wept, and off they went; the treasures could wait until later
“Please, Draidyn, mayn’t we go to the king, for I am his long lost daughter?”
The king had never known such joy as he felt, that day whence they returned
But his daughter’s heart he did not hoard, for to Draidyn, it had turned
In Draidyn’s honor, a feast was prepared, for he dared to do what was right
And down on a knee, Draidyn knelt ‘fore the king, who dubbed him a “Valiant Knight”
But bittersweet was his victory, for his dear old man was dead
Yet through his sorrow, was joy abounding, for he and the Princess soon wed
And through the realm, the tidings were told, of Victory, Justice and Love
Then all the inhabitants marveled at this, praising their king above
The Lord blessed Draidyn’s wife with children aplenty, filling their home with laughter
And under this Provision and Protection, they lived happily…ever…after
And I finally sent it in!! Two days before deadline! Phew!
I introduced Grandma to Brian Regan last night. We stayed at an old hunting lodge, and the owner's dog and I hit it off. He gave me a sloppy kiss, but he accidentally scratched my face when he put his paws on the back of my chair. I don't hold it against him. I forget to trim my nails sometimes too.
Today we looked at primitive scratchings of "prehistoric" natives on the side of a cliff-face. I almost lost the lunch I skipped when I watched a hawk eat its lunch of rodent entrails out in a field. I fetched the binoculars for a closer look.
I counted eight fighter jets flying overhead today.
Sometimes I think I have a really interesting life.
Everything is icy cold gorgeous barren desolate lonely windswept magnificent and breath-takingly beautiful out here. Wish you were here.
I'm on my laptop right now.
That has such a delicious ring to it.
Indeed, I got a laptop for Christmas.
My Grandmother has a laptop that she never uses, and she just gave it to me!!! The keys aren't even worn shiny!!! And it has Adobe Photoshop Elements 7!!! Yahooaduh!!!
The kind peasants he met, by generous gifts, completed his full suit of armor.
One humble peasant gave him his steed, the greatest gift of them all
Though riding was something which Draidyn knew not, he learned after many a fall
As the farms petered out, the terrain became rough, and a dark shape loomed far and distant
He knew it to be Mount of Zathura’s Lair, he recognized it in an instant
When Draidyn reached the root of its slopes, he recalled the legends and tales
That no man’s sword, no matter how strong, can pierce a she-dragon’s scales
“Lord,” he breathed, gazing at his sword, “Thou art my lone Provision”
This mere blade will save me not, I ask for Your Protection.”
What he did not know (he’d not been told) was the sense of a dragon’s nose
And that if a man, the mountain nears, the monster quickly knows
His steed gave a knicker, a moment passed, then a shadow fell all around
the horse reared back, eyes wide with fear, hurling Draidyn straight to the ground!
Not a second later, the boy was engulfed in a withering blast of heat
Zathura alighted, tossing her head, convinced of her foe’s defeat
Imagine with me, the extent to which, the monster was astonished
When he picked himself up off of the ground and waved his sword unvanquished!
An incinerating blaze she bequeathed to him, but was once again befuddled
to see him stand, his sword aglow, his melted armor puddled
As Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego had all withstood the flame,
Our hero had, by Providence, likewise endured the same!
Although, unlike King Nebuchadnezzar, Zathura did not relent
She bared her claws, and lashed with speed, his death her sole intent
‘tis said no dragon can ever fall, but by dragon’s pow’r alone
t’was dragon’s fire that lit his sword, so brightly red it shone
and as she struck to take his life, she found herself de-clawed!
In fury, the dragon struck again, but this time was de-pawed.
The blade, it glowed still brighter, as if in joyful glee
It danced, it shone, it stung until the monster turned to flee
But refuge, Zathura did not find, her neck soon lost its head
Thus the kingdom was avenged, its Behemoth was dead!
And in the moment the deed was done, the weapon’s light blinked out,
So Draidyn threw back his head, hills resounding with his shout
“Praise be to Him who gives strength to the weak, and power to the powerless!!
Justice is wielded in His hand to avenge the widowed and fatherless!!!”
To be continued...
“Here, here my son, sit upon my knee,
Now, what fair tale shall I tell to thee?”
“Father, tell me of monsters, a Princess, a knight!”
“Ah, then ‘Draidyn and the Dragon’ you shall hear tonight:
Long ago, not far from here,
an old man was trudging homeward
When he spied a distant cottage, which in ruins now smoldered
His rheumatics forgotten, he broke into a run,
Once reaching the ashen heap, he suspected arson!
When finding fierce claw marks on the charred door,
His suspicions were confirmed even more.
“This is Dragon’s work.” he muttered, and he kicked a blackened chair
When an unmistakable child’s cry pierced the smoky air.
The man feverishly scrabbled through rubble and debris,
‘til at last the wailing babe, from the ashes, he pulled free
“Hush, hush, little boy,” he cooed, “Protection I pledge to thee,
Thou art the son I never had, thine father I shall be.
Thy new name is now Draidyn, for thou withstood the fire
Avenge your parent’s blood, may it be your heart’s desire.”
Seasons passed, and the child grew, the man was continually amazed
For the boy could play in the hearth, amid fire and flame, unscathed!
In the man’s heart, he understood, why this boy alone survived
And the truth of his parent’s death, from Draidyn he did not hide
Draidyn loved to read the scriptures, to ponder his Father’s love
It comforted him to know he served a Sovereign Lord above
Whenever he prayed, he sensed God’s will for his destiny
To destroy Zathura the she-Dragon, who slaughtered his ancestry
Full well, he knew God’s call was clear, and shan’t be put to test
So at age eighteen he grasped his sword and began this sacred quest
Farewell he bid to those he loved, but promised no return
In the village he questioned many, of the dragon he hoped to learn
Rumors spread like wildfire through the villages of the land
Of a God-sent boy in defiance, of Zathura would stand
In this way he bore their burden, all hopes were laid on him,
Yet their fervent prayers were a strong support, though the task was no less grim
News reached the king of the little realm, the boy’s sure fate he mourned
But every knight in the castle, Draidyn’s foolishness they scorned
However, King Thaedis could not ignore the boy’s bold Christian courage
Thus he pledged, “if the boy survives”, his daughter’s hand in marriage
The trouble was, the daughter he’d had was long ago snatched by Zathura
So “if she still lives, and if he succeeds, he probably wouldn’t mind marrying her.”
“Is that not how all fairy tales end, at least all the ones that I hear?
Those say nothing of kings losing their queens, their daughters and all that is dear.”
To be continued...
Sometimes I wonder if anyone in the world has it as good as me!
We are adding on to our house. My brother-in-law, who has sweet-carpentry-skills, comes every day to build, and Caleb and I enjoy hanging around and helping immensely. That is, we immensely enjoy helping. But we do hang around immensely. I can't vouch for the helping.
I have to say this. Sewing, Drawing, and Philosophizing about all things known to myself are lovely, fulfilling pasttimes, but they don't bring the same satisfaction that shoveling for hours, pulling nails, yanking boards around, and getting covered with concrete dust bring to one's inner area where satisfaction is typically stored. Uh-huh.
But today was unusually groovy. My younger brother and I squeezed into Nathanael's truck and we went to the Hardware store. I was already approximately filthy and I felt a certain pride in my hillbillyishness. Caleb and I munched popcorn that is always served hot there, and admired the store's selection of Diablo saw blades, and menacing hammers. After Nathanael had purchased the lumber he needed, we scooted back home. The glory of the cool morning nearly took my breath away, that and trying to avoid choking on my popcorn. Lo and behold, when we pulled into the driveway, my sister was there!! My adorable nephews were there too, to spend the day!! And oh I wish I could describe the...the...I don't know...the awesomeness of today!
A charter technician dropped by and I couldn't help but wonder what impression he got of us. The laundry basket was overflowing with mis-matched socks in the living room, and stuffed animals and toys for the nephews graced the premises. The whole house was ringing with the sound of Nathanael hammering away, and my sister's cooking permeated the vicinity with epicurean aromas. Caleb and little Boone were squirting eachother in the back yard with squirt guns, and little James was snoozing in his car seat, in the middle of the open floor, oblivious to the surrounding harmonious chaos. People...people....everywhere! I paused for a moment, taking it all in, and thought YES! This is IT! This is LIFE! This is how I want things to be like for as long as I live! Family. Together. Music. Productivity. Laughter. Noise. Sunshine. YES! Glory be to Him who is the Giver of all good things! Wow! Then, this evening, we went to a small party with friends, and I just felt so...blessed to have some incredible people to fellowship with! My face is still stiff from a perpetual grin. :)
Some people have a higher standard of living than I do, but most have it much, much worse. Though it is helpful to look to those richer than I to try and find humility, or to look at those poorer than I to learn to be content, comparison ultimately brings emptiness. It is when I turn my eyes to Him who gave me all things, without whom I'd be wallowing in my own sin, misery and self-absorption , that is when contentedness finds its place in my heart.
Lord, if it takes me a lifetime of blessing Your name to completely thank You for the mercies You have shown me this day, I praise You that You give me the chance of eternity to thank You for a lifetime of blessing, vapor though it is.
Today was the day that all days should be. Why? Because my King REIGNS!!
So...how was your day?
It peeps in my window and beckons that I abandon my air conditioned abode for the breeze in my hair and the sunshine filtering speckled patterns of light and shade all around me.
"Ah," I say to the ladybug journeying my knee, "this is where I belong."
But days like this torment me. They demand my doting attention. I feel strangely guilty when I retreat indoors, knowing these days of gold are numbered in a pouch, spent every twenty four hours, never seen again.
I know that one day I shall lay, weak; my pouch of golden days nigh spent, my once strong legs feeble, my once smooth skin in need of ironing, my eager ears muffled, my curious eyes watery and dim. A beautiful, sunny day, much like this one, will peep through my tiny bedside window, beckoning, taunting me. Perhaps my dim eyes will water more than usual, my foggy mind will carry me back to the day I refused the beckon, trading bliss for a glowing computer screen. I shall mourn the gold I'd wasted.
Perhaps a sturdy grandson of mine will guide my gurney to the lawn, where the breeze will kiss my pale cheek once again, the ladybug will journey on my knee, the light and shade shall speckle my already speckled skin. Then the day shall taunt me no longer. I will have paid my debt.
"Ah," I shall sigh, "this is where I belong."
You too have a pouch. Spend it wisely.
"Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil." (Ephesians 5:15&16)
If I were a Dalmation...It kicked the bucket, I'm afraid...
Mr. Humongous Beetle is trying to fly away. He landed in the white bin. I got to hold him for a bit. He tickles.
East Lake, in view of Paulina Peak. We stood at the tip tip top actually, with a view of the whole valley.