The Fairy Diary Day 533 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

It has been a long, long day. And very tiring – and somewhat anticlimactic for we closed our arguments but the Faerie Queen has not yet given her decision. 

Dunfallon spoke first about the horrific battle he and the others had waged against the creature of evil in the Land of Darkness. Everyone had been taxed to the fullest restricting its movement and holding it at the point where the fire from the three dragons could focus. And at the center of that conflagration a figure emerged that the pixie only recognized later when he laid eyes on Tinadell. Thus, he came to the conclusion that whatever evil there was in the banished fairy had been burned up with the creature. 

Noralei spoke next about the sterling qualities she had observed in her brief acquaintance with Tinadell – especially his humility. I testified next to similar observations, and closed with the account of his willingness to remain behind. Therefore I pointed out that it was my action that has placed him in jeopardy, and it was only because of our desire to preserve life. 

Next Rumble humbly submitted records that document past examples of banishments that were reversed. 

Last of all, Merlin spoke. To our surprise he proposed a way to keep a limited banishment in place, and hinted at the necessity of employing the unique qualities of Tinadell for the salvation of Faeriedom. 

The Faerie Queen then dismissed us, but required the wizard to remain behind for further discussion. 

Thus a shroud of secrecy descended and we were all perplexed. 

Humble Exchange

Clinging to your troubles
Closed fisted and closed minded
Squinting to avoid the pain
Sense of guilt
Meets pardoning grace
Again and again
Can you be humble?
Will you take
The exchange?

RWOz2

“The more burdens we put on His shoulders, the more precious will He be to us.”

— Charles Spurgeon

the ragged world

the ragged world

the bright bauble
that clogs our minds
impels us into
its embrace

at what point
do we realize
we cannot
measure it
with the span
of our hand
nor subdue
its breadth
to our knowing

man is not
the gauge
of everything
pride warps the
boundary lines
and fudges
the increments

through
the humble door
alone
can the thread-bare
ragged world
be seen
in clarity

RWOz2