Diary of a Cleric

Thursday, February 8, 2007

a Clerics Quest/ The begining

Armor is strong and ready for battle.My sword sheathed with hopes that it will never be drawn,
I stare out over my land. The morning dew reflecting the morning sun. As if thousands of
fairies dance along the ground.
Green is my land, for now. The army of Gatodeen rides to me on the morrow of this day. The
king of Gatodeen has treated his land as he does his people. Harsh and without remorse.I follow the Lord and he guides my heart. I know I am not perfect, but my constant attempts to
do good has not fallen on deaf ears. The Lord has blessed my land and my people.
We thrive with the fear of GOd in our hearts. Now, I do not think my Lord God plays with man
as man plays with his pets. The Lord gave us life and this beautiful world to live and love
life. He did not promise that we will be free of harm or the hatred that may lie in the hearts
of men. The promise of a better life after this one of flesh is his promise. Not having his Love after
I leave this earthly shell is what I fear. So in my Land, I and my people fear God and he has
blessed these lands.
As I look from the tier of my castle wall I see the children laugh and be one with
Creation.It's as if God himself has tilled the fields. The trees bearing a peach colored fruit
so delectible we enjoy it each forth night.
Our God given fields has also put envy the mind of THis Kind of Gatodeen. He will attempt by
the next sun to take this land by force. If his heart would know that he only needs to change
his heart,and attempt a good life, we may all share in my goodness.No need for bloodshed, greed or war.
But that is a story for the morrow of this battle.