The soldier plants his feet firmly on the ground, aware of the impeding battle; probably the most intimidating in his young life. He has foreseen this for a long time now; there will come that day for him to mount on his horses and take the most noble risk.
Beyond this thicket is a grueling battle fought by many before him. They told stories of triumph and defeat; being victorious and devastated. Yet they all came out alive - and well. But the soldier beheld a great premise - that those who survived and won the battle came out as soldiers he put on a pedestal; those who transformed his belief in goodness and greatness.
For weeks and months, he trained his horse for agility in a tedious journey; his mind, for interminable focus and preparedness; his heart, for strength and endurance; and his soul for faith and stillness. Days ticked off one by one, and now; the clock ticks against his will. Time is not on his side, or is it?
The soldier himself is not certain of anything; if he is prepared, if he is able, or if the odds are in his favor. Yet he looks over to the other side for the beauty of over there in this battle and believes completely that he will be guided to his own beautiful over there, although it may not be from this battle.
True, true. There will be battles more terrifying and defiling; yet the difference is drawn in his desire to emerge triumphant in this battle - and this battle alone. Essentially, this owes to the reason that he sees only one end of the line and the other remains outside his point of view.
Washing away his fear is not easy, but keeping it in his heart would only mean an onerous anxiety lingering in him, and a facile defeat. The soldier sighs and looks up, seeing how great and mysterious the Sun is; yet he realizes that he still believes that It never misses to materialize every waking moment.
And so, he believes. The Sun will be there. More certainly, He who declared, "Let there be light..." will be with him in battle. He who sees the rest of the line and the other end of it will see him through. He will be there.
The soldier breathes his deepest and keeps himself still, basking in the glory and the power of the One who holds his life. Tomorrow, he will depart for battle. Victory will be His to manifest.
Onward, the soldier; I, shall go.
Bend my heart to Your Will, O God.
Beyond this thicket is a grueling battle fought by many before him. They told stories of triumph and defeat; being victorious and devastated. Yet they all came out alive - and well. But the soldier beheld a great premise - that those who survived and won the battle came out as soldiers he put on a pedestal; those who transformed his belief in goodness and greatness.
For weeks and months, he trained his horse for agility in a tedious journey; his mind, for interminable focus and preparedness; his heart, for strength and endurance; and his soul for faith and stillness. Days ticked off one by one, and now; the clock ticks against his will. Time is not on his side, or is it?
The soldier himself is not certain of anything; if he is prepared, if he is able, or if the odds are in his favor. Yet he looks over to the other side for the beauty of over there in this battle and believes completely that he will be guided to his own beautiful over there, although it may not be from this battle.
True, true. There will be battles more terrifying and defiling; yet the difference is drawn in his desire to emerge triumphant in this battle - and this battle alone. Essentially, this owes to the reason that he sees only one end of the line and the other remains outside his point of view.
Washing away his fear is not easy, but keeping it in his heart would only mean an onerous anxiety lingering in him, and a facile defeat. The soldier sighs and looks up, seeing how great and mysterious the Sun is; yet he realizes that he still believes that It never misses to materialize every waking moment.
And so, he believes. The Sun will be there. More certainly, He who declared, "Let there be light..." will be with him in battle. He who sees the rest of the line and the other end of it will see him through. He will be there.
The soldier breathes his deepest and keeps himself still, basking in the glory and the power of the One who holds his life. Tomorrow, he will depart for battle. Victory will be His to manifest.
Onward, the soldier; I, shall go.
Bend my heart to Your Will, O God.
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