Psalm 137: By the Rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion
12thBC
The lady saw her face on the rippled water by the river and she wept, her heart is bleeding. She doesn’t recognize the person in front of her anymore; the reflection is filled with so much pain that it becomes blurry. Her armor lies on the ground.
She is a warrior of light, good at fighting for something she believes in. With her is her knight – a man who promised her strength, courage and wisdom that so he may fight a good fight alongside her. She have been wounded a number of times already from different combats but nevertheless with all her might she promised to join her knight on their next crusades.
Until such one battle near the northern sky changed everything. Together with her knight and her gladiators they started to conquer the land, her squad is not winning, she knows something is different, something is wrong. He looked for her knight in the midst of the war and she saw him sitting on the ground, not moving and tears falling down on his face. She looked at his eyes with so much love, wanting to tell him to stand up and finish the fight. Then she realized he is deeply wounded, sword blunt with age fell short in timing, shield unpolished, and banner adorned with slits and dust. He does not want to fight anymore. He no longer believes in their cause. He just stopped. Not too long ago he decided to love and fight with the lady, in an instant he surrendered and decided to let go. He don’t want to conquer lands anymore with her, perhaps he wants a different battle.
The lady does not understand or rather don’t want to understand, her heart becomes so heavy that blood ran down from her eyes. She pleads but the knight already gave up. The lady together with her squad lost the battle and was captured by the enemies. She was crying as her hands are cuffed, no words can express her misery. She lost her kingdom but more dreadful was that she lost her knight.
Is this her downfall?
Then she remembered what an old wise man told her once” One doesn’t love in order to do what is good or to help or to protect someone.. To love is to be in communion with the other and to discover in that other the spark of God”. The lady realized that she cannot fully understand the miracle of life if she does not allow unexpected things to happen. She was given her kingdom, she was given the rain, the sun and the wind and she was given the ability to change EVERYTHING that makes her unhappy. She just needs to pay attention and discover her magical moment. It has always been the journey and not the destination as they say, and no, nothing leaves a permanent mark. The old man completes his sentence “Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.”
She is now loosening her hand cuffs and planning to escape to bring back her kingdom. She fought for love. There are some things in life that are worth fighting for to the end. She was worth it. But she will have to find the right knight to fight for her and in search she will be armored by this wisdom :
“ But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if it means hours, days, weeks of disappointments and sadness” – Paolo Coelho By the river Piedra, I sat down and wept
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