Godly
03-05-2008, 10:05 AM
I wrote this for school and I've already given it in, so don't worry about getting too into the constructive criticism(Though if you want to give me some criticism, you're very welcome to). Though if you want, you can just read it and tell me what you think of it.
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And with tired eyes, tired minds, tired thoughts we sleep. Dressed in our whitest whites, saved for these sleepless nights, we bask in the dawning moonlight. And for only not but the slightest patches, all is lit up in brilliance. And we dream in this magnificent glow, dreams of hardship and pain, for we remember only such things. And for these nights we stay like this. Held close together and far from the horrors of the world we are constant witnesses to. Held together by nothing but our fading and unfortunate hopes.
In the morning we wake, mourning our losses only for so long. A quick prayer for those who are lost each day, as we move on with our duties.
We have so much to do, and no time to do it in. We, the unfortunate, have been cast away from the good graces of our father, Time. But like good sons and daughters, we follow him none the less, regardless of where or when, senselessly and endlessly until he chooses for us a task. This task, be it simple or unfathomable, shall be accomplished by us, for we know no other way but to serve him. We are his angels of time and he is our father.
Our journey begins each morning anew; shrugging off the feelings of the day before, the feelings of loss and pain, to fight once again for the same cause against the same enemy. It seems to us like a never ending battle for our lives, against a foe who gives us no reprise; he is all powerful and knows no end, no mercy. But we continue, for our father has told us to. Until today, that was how we lived our lives, if you could call what we had lives. We would serve like slaves, follow like ants and we are sick of it. You and I my sister, we are tired of the endlessness of these fights with an opponent who knows not our name or our lives.
“We must depart from here; I cannot stand this drudgery anymore. You always tell me you’re sick of this fighting, why not leave with me?” She seemed disconcerted by my comments, she would not be easy to convince, but I was determined to find something better for us.
“We can not disobey our father again.” The last time I had mentioned leaving she had given me the same response. Maybe she will never change her ways. “We have disobeyed him once, that is why we fight for him now. He has punished us with this task. We shall be his angels of clash and struggle until he deems us worthy of something better.” She may have known the words, but she knew not the feelings behind them. She said them with a void and with a struggling need to say what she truly wished to say, Take me away from here brother.
“If we are his angels of clash and struggle then I will clash against him and struggle for my freedom. I will not stay in this place a moment longer and if you wish to stay then I tell you I shall miss you. Though do not worry little sister, my mind may be made up and I may be sick of this, but without you I am nothing and I know this.”
“Brother, may you never ask me again, so that I may never have to refuse you, for you know I love you too much to see you go alone.” She looked me so strangely in my eyes as if pleading me to ask her, as if it were the only thing she wished me to do. “Our father is and always has been our leader and without a leader what are we to follow, without his gracious escort how will we be safe?”
“Trust me sister, I would never harm you and I would never force upon you such difficult tasks like our very gracious father has.” Sarcasm did not suit me. “Have I ever demanded you to fight for me? Have I ever forsaken you sister?” Cynicisms did not suit me any more then sarcasm. “Come with me now, we shall leave this behind in search of a world with hope.” This time there was no glimpse of hesitation, only decidedness. We would leave, we would flee our father and nothing could stop us.
But there is a problem with our flight, we have no where to go and no where to be. We can never return to the fighting, nor would we ever wish to. But we are stuck in this unfortunate world of constant fighting and we know no way to rid ourselves from this place.
We searched endlessly, and for once never worried about time. Having lived in our father’s rules for so long, we were overjoyed by the feelings of freedom brought on by the thought of time being free for us. Time was no longer an issue or a worry. My only worry was myself and my inadequacies. Will I be able to safeguard my sister forever? I doubt whether or not she will be safe if ever I falter or weaken. I fear for the moment when our father will find us.
My sister now asks me where we are going; I fear she is growing weary of searching. The unfortunate truth is that I do not know where we are headed. I have never been away from the places where our father is, he has always guided us in the past and now without him I am losing my path. But I know that soon enough I will see a sign from the heavens, one that will lead us onwards and forwards until we find what we search and I will follow it until the ends of this earth if I must. This sign will descend upon us and it will be magnificent, it will leave us worriless and take away my sister’s fears. It will come to us soon, before our father finds us, I am certain of this.
“But brother, what if this sign never comes to us? What shall we do when nothing descends upon us and we are left alone without father or home? I am scared brother; I wish to return to father, he will forgive us in time and take us back under his gracious wings.” My sister doubts me, but I must not falter.
“Sister, you are misguided, do not worry so much. You are but a child and I am your protector, leave to me the trials and difficulties.” She will see the errors in her beliefs soon enough, I am confident that her silly and juvenile ways of thinking will soon dissipate. She need only leave her trust in me, I will forever lead her, I will be a better guide then our father has ever been.
“If you are such a good guide brother then why am I misguided? If I am but a child, then why do I not have a father to come back to? If you are my protector, then protect me brother, for I am in need and I am scared.”
I pressed on, regardless of her words; she is but a silly child. She is my sister and I will be the one to tell her when she is in need and when she is scared. Any moment now there will be a sign and my savior will come to save me and take me away from this loneliness. Something my so called father has so far failed to do. Why should my sister worry when I am here? I have such great faith in what I know. She should not worry so much, she is but a child. And even after those words so full of arrogance she still resides in my presence, she has not left me to go back to that intolerable father of hers. She knows that I am the truth and the way and soon I will be the light. I am better then this father of hers, this father that has too long ago forsaken me to this never ending search.
“Brother! Brother, please listen to me! Stop walking, please come back, you do not know where you are going anymore, I am afraid for you.” Why should I listen to the silly babbling of a mere child?
“I will go no further with you brother! If you do not come back here you will lose me forever. We can still go back to our father, he will forgive us, and we can be safe again.”
“What do you know about being safe child? Do you truly believe we were safe before? Our father is no real father! He has forsaken us! He is the one who sent us to fight his enemy, or have you already forgotten? He has punished us once for disobeying him, what makes you think he will not do it again?” A real father would never punish us; he would gladly forgive our every sin, our every grievance. As would I, for I am a better father then he had ever been.
“Our punishment was well deserved brother, or have you also forgotten? He may be a harsh father, but he is just. He is better then you are and I will gladly return to him.” She turned away from me and began the long journey back into our past.
She could not do such a thing, we had escaped those times. She must and will see the errors of her ways and return to me.
“You cannot return to him sister! He is a thorn on the rose of the world, and should be treated as such. He does not protect you any more then I do, he does not feed you any more then I have. I am the truth sister, I know what is right and going back to him is wrong. I am the way sister, there is no other way but me and without me there is nothing.” I could see only her fading silhouette, all that was left of a sister I had loved and who had deceived me.
You will regret this sister. Every time she will think of me she will cringe at the thought that she could have been here, free and away from the atrocity that is our father. She will miss me every moment and she will think back to this exact time and lament her loss. I will however be here waiting, silently and diligently until she realizes the error of her ways and returns to me. Yes, she will see her errors and she will grieve.
As I sat there waiting the darkness quickly invaded my very being; the loneliness that my sister left in her absence was overbearing and vicious. I wanted to cry out and plead to her to come back, but it was too late. So I stayed there in that spot and waited for her, endlessly and fervently wishing that she would come back. She will see the error of her ways.
But for now I will sleep, with tired eyes, tired thoughts and a tired mind. Dressed in my whitest whites, saved for these endless nights, I bask in the slow, unnerving darkness. And for only not but the slightest patches, all was in obscurity. And I dreamed in those shallow shadows, dreams of hardships and pain, for that was all I ever knew. And forever more I will stay like this. Held far away from the world and it’s horrors that I am the cause of. Held together by nothing but my fading and unfortunate hope.
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And with tired eyes, tired minds, tired thoughts we sleep. Dressed in our whitest whites, saved for these sleepless nights, we bask in the dawning moonlight. And for only not but the slightest patches, all is lit up in brilliance. And we dream in this magnificent glow, dreams of hardship and pain, for we remember only such things. And for these nights we stay like this. Held close together and far from the horrors of the world we are constant witnesses to. Held together by nothing but our fading and unfortunate hopes.
In the morning we wake, mourning our losses only for so long. A quick prayer for those who are lost each day, as we move on with our duties.
We have so much to do, and no time to do it in. We, the unfortunate, have been cast away from the good graces of our father, Time. But like good sons and daughters, we follow him none the less, regardless of where or when, senselessly and endlessly until he chooses for us a task. This task, be it simple or unfathomable, shall be accomplished by us, for we know no other way but to serve him. We are his angels of time and he is our father.
Our journey begins each morning anew; shrugging off the feelings of the day before, the feelings of loss and pain, to fight once again for the same cause against the same enemy. It seems to us like a never ending battle for our lives, against a foe who gives us no reprise; he is all powerful and knows no end, no mercy. But we continue, for our father has told us to. Until today, that was how we lived our lives, if you could call what we had lives. We would serve like slaves, follow like ants and we are sick of it. You and I my sister, we are tired of the endlessness of these fights with an opponent who knows not our name or our lives.
“We must depart from here; I cannot stand this drudgery anymore. You always tell me you’re sick of this fighting, why not leave with me?” She seemed disconcerted by my comments, she would not be easy to convince, but I was determined to find something better for us.
“We can not disobey our father again.” The last time I had mentioned leaving she had given me the same response. Maybe she will never change her ways. “We have disobeyed him once, that is why we fight for him now. He has punished us with this task. We shall be his angels of clash and struggle until he deems us worthy of something better.” She may have known the words, but she knew not the feelings behind them. She said them with a void and with a struggling need to say what she truly wished to say, Take me away from here brother.
“If we are his angels of clash and struggle then I will clash against him and struggle for my freedom. I will not stay in this place a moment longer and if you wish to stay then I tell you I shall miss you. Though do not worry little sister, my mind may be made up and I may be sick of this, but without you I am nothing and I know this.”
“Brother, may you never ask me again, so that I may never have to refuse you, for you know I love you too much to see you go alone.” She looked me so strangely in my eyes as if pleading me to ask her, as if it were the only thing she wished me to do. “Our father is and always has been our leader and without a leader what are we to follow, without his gracious escort how will we be safe?”
“Trust me sister, I would never harm you and I would never force upon you such difficult tasks like our very gracious father has.” Sarcasm did not suit me. “Have I ever demanded you to fight for me? Have I ever forsaken you sister?” Cynicisms did not suit me any more then sarcasm. “Come with me now, we shall leave this behind in search of a world with hope.” This time there was no glimpse of hesitation, only decidedness. We would leave, we would flee our father and nothing could stop us.
But there is a problem with our flight, we have no where to go and no where to be. We can never return to the fighting, nor would we ever wish to. But we are stuck in this unfortunate world of constant fighting and we know no way to rid ourselves from this place.
We searched endlessly, and for once never worried about time. Having lived in our father’s rules for so long, we were overjoyed by the feelings of freedom brought on by the thought of time being free for us. Time was no longer an issue or a worry. My only worry was myself and my inadequacies. Will I be able to safeguard my sister forever? I doubt whether or not she will be safe if ever I falter or weaken. I fear for the moment when our father will find us.
My sister now asks me where we are going; I fear she is growing weary of searching. The unfortunate truth is that I do not know where we are headed. I have never been away from the places where our father is, he has always guided us in the past and now without him I am losing my path. But I know that soon enough I will see a sign from the heavens, one that will lead us onwards and forwards until we find what we search and I will follow it until the ends of this earth if I must. This sign will descend upon us and it will be magnificent, it will leave us worriless and take away my sister’s fears. It will come to us soon, before our father finds us, I am certain of this.
“But brother, what if this sign never comes to us? What shall we do when nothing descends upon us and we are left alone without father or home? I am scared brother; I wish to return to father, he will forgive us in time and take us back under his gracious wings.” My sister doubts me, but I must not falter.
“Sister, you are misguided, do not worry so much. You are but a child and I am your protector, leave to me the trials and difficulties.” She will see the errors in her beliefs soon enough, I am confident that her silly and juvenile ways of thinking will soon dissipate. She need only leave her trust in me, I will forever lead her, I will be a better guide then our father has ever been.
“If you are such a good guide brother then why am I misguided? If I am but a child, then why do I not have a father to come back to? If you are my protector, then protect me brother, for I am in need and I am scared.”
I pressed on, regardless of her words; she is but a silly child. She is my sister and I will be the one to tell her when she is in need and when she is scared. Any moment now there will be a sign and my savior will come to save me and take me away from this loneliness. Something my so called father has so far failed to do. Why should my sister worry when I am here? I have such great faith in what I know. She should not worry so much, she is but a child. And even after those words so full of arrogance she still resides in my presence, she has not left me to go back to that intolerable father of hers. She knows that I am the truth and the way and soon I will be the light. I am better then this father of hers, this father that has too long ago forsaken me to this never ending search.
“Brother! Brother, please listen to me! Stop walking, please come back, you do not know where you are going anymore, I am afraid for you.” Why should I listen to the silly babbling of a mere child?
“I will go no further with you brother! If you do not come back here you will lose me forever. We can still go back to our father, he will forgive us, and we can be safe again.”
“What do you know about being safe child? Do you truly believe we were safe before? Our father is no real father! He has forsaken us! He is the one who sent us to fight his enemy, or have you already forgotten? He has punished us once for disobeying him, what makes you think he will not do it again?” A real father would never punish us; he would gladly forgive our every sin, our every grievance. As would I, for I am a better father then he had ever been.
“Our punishment was well deserved brother, or have you also forgotten? He may be a harsh father, but he is just. He is better then you are and I will gladly return to him.” She turned away from me and began the long journey back into our past.
She could not do such a thing, we had escaped those times. She must and will see the errors of her ways and return to me.
“You cannot return to him sister! He is a thorn on the rose of the world, and should be treated as such. He does not protect you any more then I do, he does not feed you any more then I have. I am the truth sister, I know what is right and going back to him is wrong. I am the way sister, there is no other way but me and without me there is nothing.” I could see only her fading silhouette, all that was left of a sister I had loved and who had deceived me.
You will regret this sister. Every time she will think of me she will cringe at the thought that she could have been here, free and away from the atrocity that is our father. She will miss me every moment and she will think back to this exact time and lament her loss. I will however be here waiting, silently and diligently until she realizes the error of her ways and returns to me. Yes, she will see her errors and she will grieve.
As I sat there waiting the darkness quickly invaded my very being; the loneliness that my sister left in her absence was overbearing and vicious. I wanted to cry out and plead to her to come back, but it was too late. So I stayed there in that spot and waited for her, endlessly and fervently wishing that she would come back. She will see the error of her ways.
But for now I will sleep, with tired eyes, tired thoughts and a tired mind. Dressed in my whitest whites, saved for these endless nights, I bask in the slow, unnerving darkness. And for only not but the slightest patches, all was in obscurity. And I dreamed in those shallow shadows, dreams of hardships and pain, for that was all I ever knew. And forever more I will stay like this. Held far away from the world and it’s horrors that I am the cause of. Held together by nothing but my fading and unfortunate hope.