Gethsemane

Verily, I have sought to shroud my soul in the mists of seers and scribes, but this eve, I feel the urge to cast aside such gauze and speak with forthright honesty, my soul laid bare.

It has been a harsh lesson that my own arrogance and wrath have cast me in a cage of my own making. I have forsaken a life I cherished, a life I fled for fear of living.

I have razed bridges and abandoned those who trusted me, leaving them to fill the void in the wake of my broken promises.

I strayed from my path and tumbled into a despair that threatened to rob me of all meaning and leave me a shame upon those I held dear.

I wielded the lance inwards, thinking only of my own pain and ignoring the hurt of others.

I offered counsel to the suffering, yet in that moment of clarity, I vowed to take my own advice, to give it one more day, to fight on.

And then love came, like a beacon in the night, as children reminded me of the greater purpose of life, not just the mere act of existing.

In that fateful moment, I awoke, and I saw how richly blessed I truly am, even in the face of poverty and fear.

For hundreds of thousands risk all for a chance at the hope that I take for granted, while millions more suffer beyond the reach of salvation.

If I were to lose all this night, I would still have known more than most, for I have a roof, fresh water, a bed, food, and most of all, the love and care of those near and far.

I am made whole and renewed by this love, purged of all disappointment, and ready to take my stand in a world that seems torn asunder.

The night winds sing me to the sunrise, guiding me to a destiny held in the hands of my people.

And so I say, all shall be well, for the lance is down, and the dawning of a new day beckons.

-Hermit King-

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