Diamonds do not always Shine

Fables are teaching tools. Esope is no acceptation. Thou need them to learn lessons and morals. Thou are no acceptation to this. Esope has great way of telling these fables and giving moral lessons to those in need. In the fable, ““The Taill of the Cok ad the Jasp” it becomes clear that it is helpful to people who need to appreciate what they have. Appreciate that entire God and the Lord has to offer you. It’s all meant to be for a reason!!

For the Cok, all thou wanted was food instead thou found a beautiful shining bright jewel on the floor. It is not useless. Thou should know that the jewel could be used to purchase food. You know how much corn you could have, if you traded in the jewels? Thou could be rich. However, thou do not see it themselves. The jewel is beautiful, and bright, and could be used for something more. Thou should see the moral of this lesson. Thou know that the jewel means nothing and has no value, but it does. You say that this is not worth it.

This is not what you wanted. Everything happens for a reason. Thou is always being tested and being challenged. Why does thou believe finding this jewel is time for mourning and sadness? Yes it is not food. It has value in other forms. Thy understands that this is not something for you. If thou do not want the jewel, I’ll take it to get you some corn. The Lord tests us and give us everything we desire in due time. This jewel is everything you desire.

Be thankful you found something so valuable. I understand it may not have value to you, but trust me it has value to someone. It is a beautifully colored stone, I know it’s not food, but why does not thee want it? However, thou should not take things that do not belong to thee. It could be someone else’s who lost it. Your lesson here is to appreciate the things you have. I wish I could have my son here, but I cannot. I am forced to go on without him. He is forever gone and out of my life. I have accepted it and moved on.

You have to accept it. It is better to just move on rather than rant about it over and over again. I understand it is not food. It is a useless object to you. You desire corn. It is food and nourishment I get it. But do realize the whole aspect of this. You could be rich with food, if you used the knowledge gained from experience holding that jewel and sold it, you’d be rich!! You have to deal with the cards you are dealt with. You were given this jewel for a reason. You are challenged to figure out why for a reason. In doing this, the Lord will guide you and help you understand why he has instructed you to find this jewel. Please do not give up hope. The answer is there. You just have to keep searching for it.

A Mother’s Sorrow

Sorrow… Pain…Broken hearted. Thy has suffered and felt pain. My son, thou Savior. I watched you torture and ruin my flesh and blood. Thou seemed vengeance on Him for saving your souls. He was so much more to me than my son. He taught me wisdom and growth, and you destroyed him. I am here now with no son, but He did more good in the world. He is back with our God and Creator. You did not believe him. I knew he would not be with me so much, but I did not expect this bitter end for him. Why was I forced to lose Him in this way? Why was this dishonor displaced upon me? How am I expected to deal with this horrid pain? I am been feeling sympathy from everyone, but it does not help. It does not bring him back.

I am forced to just deal with it. Why? Why was I punished into dealing with this horrible fate? There is no greater hurting than boring a child, watching him grow up and then discover his fate is to die in the cross? I am covered in his blood. Covered in the Savior’s blood, because thou did not believe his miracles. Thou thought he was wicked, evil. Thou is the evil one, nor I or Him. Should be so harsh on thee? Should I just accept He is gone and I just have to deal with it? He has made many strives in his life. He has taught me to believe in what is unexplained.

Even in death he has resorted my faith. There is no faking, witchcraft or anything he did. Why did thee not believe him? Why did thee condemn him right away? He healed your wounds. Blessed your lives. Created miracles, which could not have been explained. It was explained as a miracle. Do you believe Him now? Thou need to be less judgmental and just loved him for what he I did. He was my son, your Savior and Lord; you should have just believed him instead of sacrificing him on the rood. A crown filled with thorns. I pray for thee. Why did thou take my son away from me?

Oh holy God, why did you choose him for this task? Why was he sacrificed for the sins of these lonely people? Does thou know what it’s like to loose someone you love? I know thou choose him to be a beacon for the Lord, but he did not deserve this punishment. He saved so many lives and performed many miracles. My dear child, I am sorry. I know this was your deed, you destiny, and your chosen path; but I could have protected you better. Prepared you for the horrors of the evil ones.

However you are with you father, the holy creator as it is meant to be. You will always be in my heart and my soul. I know thou is always looking down on me, watching over me and protecting as I have for you. You will always be my son and I will always love you. I apologize for the lateness of my response. My sorrow was hard to get out, because I had to take breaks. It was hard to write through the sight of sadden tears.

When Death is Upon Thee

In the tale of the “lyoun” and the “mous” it makes me think about Everyman’s acquaintance with death. It seems  the characters in both situations run into their potential deaths. When the lion snatches up the mouse from dancing on him, the mouse is instantly thinking her end is near, much like when death comes along to greet Everyman. The mouse and Everyman have one thing in common, they were living their lives quite greedily before their run in with death. The mouse was dancing on top of the lion that she assumed might have been dead, and then when the lion grabs her, she is all of a sudden apologetic for her violating actions. Once Everyman is acquainted with death, he immediately asks for more time to make things right for his fate when he realizes that the life he’s been living is headed down the wrong path.

After reading these stories, I think it’s a sign. My sexual actions upon Sir Gawain have left me a very dirty woman. Whether I was intending to trick Gawain’s nobility by the orders of my Lord or whether I wanted to indulge in sexual pleasures with him myself, I have disgraced thy Heavenly Father. If death were to come upon me at this moment, I would be headed straight for hell. I’ve used my body and mind to manipulate a man who is not my husband into partaking in a sin that is the oldest in the book! If only God would grant me the same mercy the lion granted the mouse if he were to send Death my way, but if he didn’t for Everyman, I don’t think I’d be much of an exception.

Although…that little mouse had quite a way with words, as do I…we are women. Her manipulative nature seem to get her out of harms way, and in turn, she was actually right about the lion needing her help later on. I feel that if I could talk my way to Death, I could potentially buy some more time to make things right. Ha! I’m only being foolish now. My manipulative ways will change, hopefully before it’s too late.

Mercy: Of Lions and Mice

Hello! I’ve just finished reading this wonderful fable by one Robert Henryson, “The Tale of the Lion and the Mouse” or, as he spells it in his quaint Scottish way: “The Taill of the Lyoun and the Mous.”

There is an important lesson to be learned from this tale! While you may not think yourself a relative to any of the beasts that make up this story, the moral stands strong! When faced with a transgression, be always kind and merciful, as I have exemplified in my life. When I was nailed to the cross, never did I attempt to injure or curse my assailants. I have forgiven all humanity for its sins. It is paramount that when you, no matter how insignificant you may feel in the grand scheme, are faced with cruelty or persecution, that you remain calm and just. Keep in mind the lessons that I gave on Earth, and find it in your heart to forgive those who transgress against you, much like the noble lion of the fable.

There is no justice or joy in revenge. It is a bloody ordeal that serves no one. What is truly just and joyous is finding yourself in the Kingdom of Heaven, your goodness being recognized. Seek not satisfaction, but salvation. While it may be enjoyable in the short term to see your enemies hurt, it will haunt you in the long term. There is no greater burden than sin, and believe you me, lust for revenge is a great sin.

There is great practicality in mercy as well! Much as the lion was helped thanks to his mercy, you may find yourself in the good graces of others as well. There is nothing more respectable than a merciful man.

Don’t stop forgivin’


Preaching of the Rood

Hwaet! Tis I, the Rood. Before I was slain by man together with our Lord, I was a tree. I stood quiet and proud, at the edge of the forest. Birds nested on me, ants scurried at my base, squirrels scoured my branches for nuts, and I let them be. I did not kill the squirrel to put a tail on my hat. I did not murder the ants because I found them to be disgusting. I did not rattle my branches to fell the baby birds. It is mankind who does all of this. I was a fine tree, and in death, I was the best Rood I could be. Hear me words, hear me cries, and make your way to heav’n.

The swallow tried his best. He preached and preached and tired to save their lives, to no avail. Do not let yourself be snatched by sin and damned in hell. A greedy bird will meet his end, just as a greedy man will meet the Devil. Listen to me, the Rood.

When I was being felled by man, did I fall on top of him? Did I try to murder my kidnappers? Did I command the squirrel to eat their eyeballs out of their heads? Nay, I did not. When our Lord was being nailed against me, did I take the hammer from man’s hands and put it through their skulls? Nay, I did not. Tis would have been an easy task for such a mighty Rood, but I did not. Man can learn many a thing from such a noble tree.

I stood by our Lord, stayed with him till the end. No matter how much pain we went through, I endured and did not strike back. When somebody does you wrong, in return, treat them well. When you see someone suffer, help them. Do not let your greed consume you or it will send you straight to hell. If you have money, share it with the poor. If you have food, share it with the birds. And if you have water, share it with– the tree.

Lo! The Rood has spoken. Heed these words and live a good life. Repent for the sins you have cast upon I, the Rood, and you can join me in heav’n. This is the moral.




When Courage Becomes Foolishness

I often speak of the importance of chivalry and courage as I truly do believe that, as a knight, there is no greater calling then to serve with honor.  However, “The Preiching of the Swallow” brings up a very important matter that I feel obligated to address.  I do admire those who march into battle bravely even when the odds appear to be against them, hanging on to the hopes of a slim chance at victory.  However, there sometimes comes a point where such bravery becomes recklessness, as clearly evidenced by the naive birds in this tale.  I understand that perhaps they thought that what they were doing would benefit their survival, as the flax seed was truly an enticing bait.  And yet, they did not fully consider their situation.  They never asked themselves if what they could gain was worth the immense risk.  Furthermore, not only were these birds aware of the fowler’s looming presence, they were also alerted to the potential threat by the swallow herself.  Now, I am aware that women have an apt for trickery, but it seems quite unwise to disregard a warning with such heavy implications so thoughtlessly.  Their actions were not courageous, but reckless.

Quite frequently I have praised Sir Gawain for so fearlessly coming to face me in the Green Chapel.  And you may find yourself wondering if this stance that I have taken seems a bit hypocritical.  Why, Sir Gawain appeared to have but a slim chance of survival prior to our exchange.  And so I must point out that there are key differences in these situations.  Unlike these birds, Sir Gawain was a knight bound by duty, to his king and to his country.  These birds, on the other hand, had no such obligation to approach such a trap.  I do admit that they very well may have had some difficulty in find food elsewhere, but it stands to reason that this was not their only source of seed; it was only the most convenient.  Ultimately, they did not need to risk, and consequently lose, their lives for the sake of this flax seed, suffering very dishonorable deaths.  Putting oneself in unnecessary danger for nothing more than seeds is mere foolishness.

The Cok and the Jasp?

When I read the tale of the Cok and the Jasp, I could not help but be reminded of the actions of brave Sir Gawain when he accepted the challenge of the Green Knight. Most of us Knights appreciated what Sir Gawain did that day. In truth, he may have saved the honor of the Round Table from permanent tarnish. It is harder for my brave knights, as dedicated as they are, to get around in Winter. Tales of our deeds were running thin, because indeed, our deeds were too far and few between. Aye, we were losing our reputation as the greatest knights of all history and time. The Green Knight must have known this as he descended upon our hearth, truly ruining our civil Christmas celebration.

When the Green Knight came, he challenged each and all the Knights to his game, and Gawain was the one to accept. Many of the Knights, and indeed the ladies of the court saw it as foolhardy to accept a seemingly childish game from this Knight, who was clearly enhanced by some sort of magic. To those Knights, I would guess that they would think of the Cok in this story as a fool as well, and the jasp of chivalry and honor would seem completely worthless to them. The story of the Cok and the Jasp tells us a lesson about value being in the hands of those that perceive it. These knights have no honor, and thus could not see any value in accepting the Christmas Gomen. The truth of it is that Gawain saw something of value in that jasp when the Green Knight set it upon our round table. The other knights, like coks, could not see the true value of that gem.