Once upon a time there were two sisters.
Both were beautiful and courageous.
Both loved one man.
Now you say this is a recipe for a mess, and it was.
The man loved both equally for they were very alike in many ways.
Then came the summons of the King. All able bodied men should go to war.
The two sisters watched as he packed his bags, crying and wondering if they should ever see him again. He asked them to write and both promised they would. He walked into the sunset.
The one turned to the other and said, “I cannot see him go and sit here and wait.” She gathered a few things and followed him to war.
Days, weeks, months, and years passed.
The war was hard.
The sister fought with valor. She became as strong as any man. She wielded her sword with skill. At first she fought with the man and shielded his back from brutal blows. Soon she became so valued that she moved always up the ranks.
The other sister stayed at home. Every week he received a letter telling him of the seasons and what was happening in their sleepy town. Every week he knew her prayers were uplifting him from afar.
At long last the war was over. The three met again upon the hill. Two were strong and bold. One was delicate and innocent.
The war worn sister prepared herself to receive her husband but found her sister received the prize.
Angry she approached her sister. “He is a fool and swayed only by his eyes. He does not realize that I am his equal, or perhaps he is afraid because I am.”
The softer sister shook her head and calmly said, “It is not weakness he seeks in me. For which is harder? To go to war and always have something to do and fight for, or to sit at home and wait without becoming bitter, and hard; or afraid, and clingy; or domineering and independent? I have fought a war, but I did not try to fight his for him. I fought the war to maintain a place of peace for him.”
3 comments:
My opinion is this is insightful Whether on the battlefield of war or the battlefield of corporate war or life in general, the one fighting that war is grateful for a haven of safety, peace,or love. You don't have to be in the war to feel the anxiety of the uncertainty of the outcomes. While you don't have to be a Melanie of Gone With The Wind, you can work hard to make the haven a safe one. I think in this day and age, it would be a spiritually safe haven. Opinion enough?
I thought it was a good story. Your moral is very controversial, and becoming more so with the current lack of employment, but oh well. It is your opinion. So much for tolerance if others can not accept it.
Excellent - burn baby burn. The truth is only harsh to those who can't handle it.
Hmmmm.... I wonder how you see my story?
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