Good day to all my new followers and old friends. I haven’t posted anythng new this week – recovering from a week of the flu and the necessities that illness reminds us that are due. But, words will find a page and perhaps an audience today!
“The king plunged his mighty sword into the storming sea – prowl gone, a leader steps forth steering his men to safety. His very breath fills the tattered sails, warriors man oars driven by the cadence of king’s beating heart. Broad backs driven by war, not the lash, power their ship toward an unknown foe – beckoned by the cry of the enslaved. Choose your master carefully, fore this king comes with impunity.”
So this just happened – this happens frequently. I do not know what it’s for or what it will lead to. Perhaps it’s a life already lived or one I will be lead to tell. It left my chest heavy – there must be more.
“Impunity” is a dark horse, I know her well. Her steel-clad hooves cut deep into foriegn soil. Blood pools in the wells of her path. She will not travel here again though – for there will be nothing left. The conquered lie in the potter’s field – perhaps seeds of history to be someday addressed. But for today, they are carrion – a feast attended by vultures, ravens and wolves.”
As you read this, so do I. I did not come here today to start something new. Perhaps it’s a tale to be written – both in the memory of king’s and the conquered alike. So many lives lived – so many to address. Despite our best efforts to mark the graves of those who have past. Eventually, we all find ourselves seeding the potter’s field.
What are the choices? Turn your gaze away, walk quietly into history – or – Ride a heavy hoof in the direction of the cries of the enslaved. Be mindful that Impunity, takes no prisioners and you can not free the enslaved without becoming their master…
C. W. Hime 