The Scarred Templar
by Carol L Zuber
Sunday, August 31, 2003
Rated "R" by the Author.
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Holy wars of the Renaissance
The bare truth stared back in a form of disappointment.
Utter pain and disillusion were formidable allies.
Stark tremors followed the path upon which the bravest of souls would travel.
To venture forth would be a test of faith, to look behind would be a waste of time.
Gazing upon the despair, one could only believe there was to be no hope, but then, a small whisper within could begin a dream of hope to be.
A whisper of faith? Suddenly the truth has fallen and all that is left is eons of faith?
To witness the fall of grace, the poor and weak and battered lives, all by self imposed misguided choices?
Slashing great white light flashes and soon falters upon my being.
Trapped am I the one who bleeds.
Misguided choices by scholars open voice do say, I am my fatherís child, among the ruins of my fatherís creed.
Yet by faith we live, by faith we strive for a better life, even when the bare truth stares back, into the darkest of eyes.
Copyright . Carol L. Zuber 2002
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|Reviewed by Richard Bowers
|Unpardon me but I relent it boldly;
For it is far ahead, if I can be sure of it,
And far it is, that my hallucination be valid,
And hallucination it is, as it should be,
And however, unlike itself, mysterious, unknown, and untested,
So it be foreseen in my tireless search.
|Reviewed by jacqueline amos
|But unto thee, the father speaks, the rich shall be the one, who holds the door for the poor, unto thee those who suffers, has suffered under the name of thee, until thee I shall give you ever lasting life, until thee the rich man, shall have a chance in heaven, as the camel who seeks through the hold of a needle, unto thee suffered my children who come unto the lord, unto thee I shall give ever lasting joy and life, within this chamber call earth, it shall seize, and the warriors of Gods children shall make a joyful noice, price be upon the almighty God. Blessings be upon your house.|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Wonderful work. I'm doing some research now on the Templars. Enjoyed this.|