Daughter of the king
De-throned and tossed to the floor. So it felt like sorta over the past several months. Or was it that she stepped down off the platform from beside the throne. Some look at the house of royals as something to aspire too. While still others resent them and the authority bestowed upon them.
Telling of all that the throne may offer is an overwhelming task when one sees them self as more of a commoner using here the allegory...
al·le·go·ry/ˈaləˌgôrē/Noun
1. A story, poem, or picture that can be interpreted to reveal a hidden meaning, typically a moral or political one.
of imagery.
says....The princess.
"How dare I speak of privilege when I see, and so much more identify with those who by no fault of their own suffer. They are left wondering where is their God.
Thus to leave no question of wound I speak in silence to the one who holds my chin up high.
Once she heard an outcry of a city. Morning grieving a weakened heart. A heart failing them. The city wept but non could comfort for the deeds had come upon them. Not only them but all of those citizens who lived among them. Left wondering why this out cry this pain of grief and loss could be heard long before it's time. Left in grief as to the times ahead how this city could stand up to the things to come. "
Yet ...
Many fell. Thousands loosing homes, spouses and children. Left crying begging in the streets for lodging and food. Giving all they had acquired so as to avoid penalty. Both the righteous and the wicked left wanting. Hearing those who with wrecked hearts take their own lives dieing in the attempts to escape the consequences of the city, and for some the effects of their own choices.
Seeing this vision unfold left wondering the reason for seeing it before hand. Seeking only to practice wisdom. The princess became speechless. Simply standing beside her King humbly grateful that mercy was beside and before her. Grace in this unmerited favor.
How could she with such regard for those around her say of the King, her God...all is well with my soul. With her all is well. Even in the midst of simple adversity...all is well.
With pantry and shelter all is well. With Husband and Children all is well. With health and provision all is well. Within every challenge all is well. Blindly all is well.
She might declare such things to an ear in stinging pain as they envy and desire the same. "Who am I?" she asked seeing all that abundance before her.
She a daughter of the king who is as those who sit at the foot of the banquette table only to be asked to come and sit in the place of honor. She wishing all along that she might share her spot with so many many others no less deserving. Knowing that it was not in any deserving that she was asked to come forward.
Comes she to sit at the table set before her. Longing for more chairs.
