Defense (Part 1)

As I honed my blade with patience and whistled a merry tune, I remembered my lessons and my teacher. He was a learned man in the ways of battle and wise besides. Grim and grey, his eyes matched his age. Advanced in years as he was in all things, slow to answer yet quick to strike. This was my master and the embers in his temper pinned me to the ground many a time. How I loved him.
“Guard en point! Remember the hilt! Parry, good, now counter!” spoke my master. Bide your time, he cautioned, use your head more than your sword. Concentrate on defense. Day in and day out the use of the sword and shield were made known to me. Hold fast, despite all advances, in the face of all aggression, and even under berserk fury, do not move back. Stand secure.
The soothing sound of my whet stone drew me more into reflection. “Forging a warrior is like forging a hundred swords,” He murmured, “One sword shall shatter, another snap, and still another be shorn in two. But one hundred swords as one do not become nicked, nor bent, nor do they fail to cut.” Strike like a hundred swords, those were his only words on offense. Wait till the moment of a sure shot.
The horn was sounded, a call for battle. So we surveyed those before us. “Moles,” spat a swordsman, “I hate moles.” A strange name because the enemy was unpredictable. They were infiltrators, causing betrayal, and I hoped I would not fall into their traps. They were few, we were many, and we feared their presence.
“Archers!” called the captain, “and two soldiers to guard every archer, and each other.” We could only watch as the moles darted towards us. The archers’ bows were as a blur before my eyes, and most of the moles fell. When five were closing in the captain named five to meet them one on one. I was named.
“Fear kills sooner than swords lay aside fear.” A mantra skipped through my head and time became distant. The first fight, the battle before the match, I knew it was the harder of the two. “Do not put stock in your own stubbornness,” cautioned my master, “but rather believe.” With eyes full of faith I looked at the mole and we had our first meeting.
I saw his gruesome figure, and was not moved, I heard his subtle whispers, and was not moved, he muttered and he hissed, I was not moved, and he finally gathered all his force at once and spoke a single word. “Sin,” he breathed, and before my eyes the battlefield changed. The landscape was peeled away and my life’s worst mistakes were recounted before me. How I betrayed and spat on the gift given to me, how I spurned the forgiveness offered me, how I attacked the arms that held me, and all of it true. I had not power to draw into a word, no magic to form a defense, I was no wizard. But I knew of one better. I also spoke, “Atonement,” and the mole drew his sword. As the metal of our swords sang I understood that the mole was no swordsman. Quickly I dispatched him and saw if my brethren required aid.

Dt

Eagles in the East

Leaves shatter underneath two giant feet.
The veil of Darkness binds every tree.
Scarecrow branches overhang captured wilds.
The singing wind shatters eerie stillness.
Tiny mountains surround a solitary river.
The frosty ground invades passive plants.
Sky alone defies those lonesome woods.
The black earth meets a grey sky in battle.
Stubborn phantoms cling to sleepy forest.
The brighter heavens herald a majestic arrival.
Wide world slows time to aching moments.
The sudden sun surprises stealthy shadows.
Tenacious still darkness is slow to fade.
The royal presence denies all hiders retreat.
Color descends on willing life. And Gaia herself seems to say…
Bright warmth
Beautiful face
Savior Solaris
The blanket of ghosts becomes the very attribute of enrapturing grace unto that star.
Cosmic hug tames biting wind, angry trees, and frozen earth to bring about summer-land.

Hope reborn, life again.

Dt

Fighting Flesh

I sat in the chair and I began to look away and into space. In the darkness of my mind I saw it all sail away. I knew them all once long ago and yet I can't recall. The names go down into darkness. The faces float past me and laugh at my distress. I'm lost in the past because I just can't let go. I lost them all and like precious jewels they were stolen away. I loved them all and like fuel to the fire they were burnt out. They were with me once and I still see faces. I slowly fade from myself and forget the names. I’d rather go into the darkness than remember. In my despair my greatest fear becomes my salvation. I lie to myself and I believe me, for I dare not remember and lose myself again. I know now nothing except for words, endless words, and the person who comes and says to me, “take these pills and get better.” Why am I in rubber walls? Why can't I go? Why won't you leave me? With you here I am never alone. I've got big brother in the corner and little sisters dancing in my mind. I know nothing like a foreigner and I can never be among my own kind. Won't you save me from myself? I put my knowledge on the shelf and slowly drift away.

Dt

Surprise Surprise Surprise

Astonishment, delight, all things inside
First pet, first bike, and all of the rides
Sweet freedom and all of the first times
Happiness, surprise, the warmth chimes
First victory, first car, and yearly signs
Honey dreams and all the crossed lines
Amazement, enchantment, illusions fade
The very first time, the every time’s blade
Bitter work the giant and you its slave
Fright, pain, at every action in the cave
First sin, first lie, the death grip current
Acid nightmares are without a deterrent
Anguish, dread, fear captures you away
First flight, first call, the one who belays
Fresh awareness gently lifts the tired man
Reprieve, renew, the super stoops to scan
First re-first, first reform, if true then free
Eternal in the now, once blind now to see

Dt

Re-entering cyberspace

Well hello there. Please take a seat and relax. If you don't mind we shall dispense with the pleasantries and go right to the particulars. They call me Dt, but I go by many names. Some call me Elias, others Melder, some Penderwydden, but mostly people call me different. It is my pleasure to meet you, and I hope we shall become acquainted over time.

Now, you may be wondering, why Melded? Well it is one of my nicknames but there is more to the story than mere happenstance. What am I melded with? Or rather, in this case, whom? I have the honor and privilege of being of Christ. He is in me, and I in Him. And my deepest desire is to become Melded much, and more (I sincerely hope you understand).



Moving forward, but not onward, you see I simply adore allowing my muse to speak. Think long and deep, consider not lightly these words, much shall be said and more than what meets the eye. I shall certainly post poetry or the occasional short story. Which I hope you enjoy and also respectfully request you leave as detailed an analysis on the works as you can muster. I crave useful advice.



I cannot guarantee your affection for my work, but they might just make you think for a while. And that is my true goal, think, but more than think believe.



Dt