What’s the point my friend ? The garrison Is taken . Slow and steady wins the race ? Don’t just stand there do something MORE THAN facing down the stare of enemy , without and within . Make a move and turn the stone use it Overturn the mighty with a single word . Pen, stone & craft fly So much mightier than currency and sword
Misted evening David on his terrace watching two men . one his soldier , the other friend , across and down the way on neighbouring terrace . Red wine drips from both their lips at a perverse table of their words. Suddenly Bathsheba appears naked In the thick and sultry air of night only to quickly disappear.
He feels her nearer now. The sickness in his loins grows and sets in his heart. The sun is tempted . Further up the One observes and knows the outcome of it all .
He spoke from within his sadness and regret .Was it too late? His wisdom could not save himas his father’s Faith and Humility had .After all his father had known glory but also knew blood and death .His father had been humbled and suffered torments and regret earlier in his life .He had been betrayed and judged by men and women ,even friends and servants .He suffered greatly and clung to his faith to save himself from drowning in his own tears .His father’s plate was a constant battle sustained by faith ,repentance and humility .The son knew now of himself,
that he had been imperfectly born .He had lived his life in glory, building, with little suffering. He had judged many, and now late in life realized that he had been lead astray by ease and wealth , by so many different perfumed charms and whispers. Defeated and weakened by his own power he realizes those few first stray steps have lead him so far away, and that it is such a long journey back now, in light that has grown very dim . He speaks pearls of wisdom for willing ears :
“Remove from me vanity and lies. Give me neither poverty or riches
Feed me with food convenient for me lest I be full and say: ” Who is the Lord ” or lest I be poor and steal and take the name of the Lord in vain” ****
“A good name Is better than precious ointment ; And the day of death is better than the day of oneʼs birth . It is better to go to the house of mourning , than to go to the house of feasting :
for that is the end of all and the living will lay it to heart . Sorrow is better than laughter: for by sadness of the countenance the heart is made better . The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth” ***
***Ecclesiates 7 2/4 ****Proverbs 30 8/9