A Knight's Tale

An analogy. Life is seen as the adventure of a (female) knight errant. (And yes, it is autobiographical.)

A KNIGHT'S TALE

Once I built a Castle.

My steed was swift,

And my Sword was bright.

I rode to Adventure and Battle;

I rode for Honour and Valour;

I rode for the Joy of One who called me…

 

 

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It has been a long ride…

 

I have seen many Battles and many Adventures;

And I have met many bandits and wild beasts.

Some have robbed me, and some wounded me;

My Sword has been notched,

And my Castle broken…

 

But always I have honed the blade and rebuilt;

I have bound up my wounds and ridden onwards,

Scarred but not consumed…

 

The One who called me led me on;

And in time, I came to a Valley of Peace.

I rested by the still waters, and was content.

 

 

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I met a fellow knight.

A white knight with a good heart.

I admired his courage and his gentleness.

I admired his strength in the One who called us.

It seemed that we would ride together…

 

We would share our Adventures;

We would face our Battles side by side.

We would build our Castle,

Shining and bright and set upon a hill…

 

 

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But the knight was… of many colours;

And he has burnt my Castle.

 

The splendour of Carmel and Sharon have been taken from me,

And I have met lions in the Way…

 

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I step away from the smouldering ruins.

I set my face to the Sunrise.

For the One who called me calls still…

 

He steadies my weak knees;

He lifts my feeble hands.

His strength fills my fearful heart, for He comes to save me.

 

He is the River in my desert;

The parched land will bloom again.

 

 

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I will take up my Sword once more,

And don my armour.

I will still ride for Honour and Valour.

I will be the White Knight.

 

I will ride again to Adventure and Battle;

Faith is my shield and Joy is my steed.

For the One who calls me is Truth,

And He sets me free from the ruined castle.

 

He will build my Castle again;

The foundations shall be of sapphires,

And the pinnacles of rubies.

I will enter Zion with singing;

Gladness and Joy will overtake me,

And sorrow and sighing will flee away…

 

 

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I am the Castle,

Lashed by storms yet comforted;

Anyone who attacks will surrender to me.

 

I am the Sword,

Forged from disaster to be fit for my work;

No other weapon will prevail against me.

 

I become the White Knight.

 

He my Master Builder;

He is my Blacksmith and Hammer and Fire;

He is my Armour and Honour and Valour;

He is my Comfort and my Vindication.

 

He calls…

 

And I will follow.

 

 

© Ruth Fanshaw 2010

Author's Note

Again, unorthodox use of capital letters is deliberate poetic license. :)