Today is a day of re-dedication to you. As we sharpen ourselves on ourselves, we forget not our focus. The denizens of this forsaken plane will pull and quarter our bodies from our souls. Thieves will shamelessly steal away with the good nature of our actions. We will be pressed like flowers for perfume.
However, when the stink of deception surrounds us, our swords will not break. Our shields will not crack, nor our armor flake. The humble warrior will pray, and spread low his body to the ground for the Lord, our God. In this, we shall be elevated beyond all fallibility and thrust forward to victory.
I struggle with myself. Who am I when half of me is gone? I look around for fulfillment. I seek to caulk the gaps between myself. I look to sin--it's nailed fingers stroking my back. Sin seeks to soften me and harden me. Sin seeks to change my skin. It longs to make its skin my skin. Sin will seek to skin me. It whispers to me.
My Lord, in times of trials--I look upwards to you. Lord press my shield close to chest, bind my wounds and beat the drums. Give me rest and the nourishment of the Savior's grace. Remind me of the oath I gave to never surrender my integrity, and to honor those whom push me forward. Lord, God, I drive the path of the Paladin's Promise: to illuminate, invigorate and uphold the name of all that is Holy.
Bring me my armor, my helm, my greaves and my sword. Underneath your welcome wings I feel not the pierce of the blade nor temptation of the Earth. I am a man created in your image--unwilling to hide from the fire outside. I crave not the sanctuary of the tired and cold. I desire not the fleeted foot of retreat. My boots will stand firmly like the roots of an ancient Oak... to brave the unclean elements of a weakened world.
Father, keep my blade sharp and my gussets clean. Bring me the strength of spirit so I may shield faithful and the faith-fallen, alike.
Bearer of love and communion, hear our prayer. Help us to find in each other, the grace to let our circle go. For, if we covet and keep, we diminish the freedon will that binds us in the beginning. Lord, keep our songs in the prevailing winds, so that loved ones wings can carry strong. We love and release-- to have our friends returned, such as you have loved and are returned to us.
Take into your arms, this day, the bringer of life and order. Though her final battles were bitter, they were not fought alone. A forest of squires to aid thee against certain death--to toil against for the sake of our kingdom's glory.
Almighty God, you have taken our Earthly mother away from us--to reign in Heaven with you. Today, we rest our armor and lower our faces in respect. Our focuses fall away from the chains of this mortal coil and resolve in remembrance of Heaven's newest queen. No more shall disease run rampant through easy bones. No more will the pain of our small world delicately and persistently peck at your spirits. You have risen! You are risen to prepare our beds above. May your tired vessel return to the Earth--and your love live forever in our hearts and guide us through the remainder of our journey. Godspeed our return to you. May our paths be paved with victory, humility and accreditation to the one true God.
Flow within us a divine light. Provide us with the knowledge, judgement and guardianship to shield the weakend from the tyranny of oppressive forces. Guide our bodies, minds and spirits to stand in front of the injured... and to absorb the sickness and hostility of which they can longer manage. Lord, though your laws superceed those of laws of men, help us to seek humility and reverence... that your soverign guidance will keep governing fists in their gauntlets, and swords upon the altars of justice.
I am done with the "pirate's life..." I packed up my little shanty cottage and moved north for greater adventure. It's the simple things in life that I value--and perhaps I can get back to my roots here in Georgia. If i was a beverage, you would take equal parts mohican, DeeDee Ramone, Nick Burns The Company Computer-Guy and Ace Ventura. Put that into a martini shaker with ice. Stir it like a mosh pit... but don't shake me like a baby--because that creates ice ships in the beverage that will end up diluting me. Then strain me into a cereal bowl. Don't waste your time with shapely and expensive glasses. I am built like a tub of popcorn and not delicate or presentable. Lastly, garnish me with some deoderant. I probably need some.