David Pekrul

Jason And The Five Kingdoms - The Conclusion



Posted: Friday, December 18, 2009

by David Pekrul

Chapter Four – Return To ‘The Place of Promise’

Jason was restless all that night. He slept very little, and when he did, he dreamed that shiny coins were dancing about his bed, then, laughing hysterically, they flew out the window.

He woke up with a jolt. The sun was just topping the horizon and people were leaving their homes to join in on the riotous living of the day. But Jason had only one thing on his mind; he must get away from this kingdom immediately. Not stopping to pack his things, he ran as hard as he could. He must find the beautiful highway that had brought him here. He had not seen it since he had arrived, but he was sure he could remember where it was. He ran past the homes of his two friends, slowing only briefly out of respect. He ran on past the great hall, where the official representative had welcomed him so warmly, and on towards the gathering of people, who were dancing and singing, as others were on the day he arrived. He was getting close now. Just around the next bend should be the beautiful highway with the glass-like pavement and the border of wildflowers.

When he arrived at the spot, the highway was nowhere to be seen. “I know it was here," Jason lamented, “I know it was here." He strained to focus his eyes on where he had last seen the highway and thought he could see the faint outline of a narrow, rocky pathway. Covering the entrance to the pathway were large patches of brambles. He was reminded of the pathway he followed when he had left ‘The Place of Loss’ many years ago.

“The brambles did not stop me then, and they will not stop me now," he shouted. Down the hill he charged, running headlong into them. But these were no ordinary brambles like the ones he had encountered on the first pathway. The thorns on these ones were enormous, each one like a double-edged sword. They slashed and stabbed, sliced and jabbed. It was as if each one had a life of its own and they were determined not to let the intruder pass. But Jason did pass. Hurting and bleeding and near the point of death, he tumbled through the brambles and onto the pathway.

His breathing was shallow and his heart pounded in his chest. It seemed to take forever for him to gather enough strength to look about his surroundings. Like the first pathway, the sides of this one were not clearly marked. In fact, there were places where the path seemed to disappear entirely. The boulders on this pathway were like tall mountains; the brambles like trees, making the patches of them look more like large forests. The crevasses were basically cliffs, falling into gorges thousands of feet deep. Like the first pathway, this one also rose and fell, but the elevations were almost perpendicular, making travel impossible.

Jason was in a panic. He needed to follow the path. He needed to find his way back to ‘The Place of Promise’. Oh, if only he could see the Father one more time, just to tell him that he was sorry for what he had done. He knew that he could not expect to be forgiven for his transgressions or be invited to live in ‘The Kingdom of the Glories’, but maybe the Father would have enough compassion on him to let him stay in ‘The Place of Promise’. He knew he could not expect to have all the rights of a free citizen, but perhaps he could be a servant. Jason dropped to his knees and with a final cry of desperation he shouted, “Father, forgive me for I have sinned."

The words were barely out of his mouth, when he saw what looked to be a dove flying towards him from the direction of ‘The Place of Promise’. As it circled overhead, he felt a strong, warm wind push against his back, lifting him high in the air. He was now floating over the pathway, the mountainous boulders, the tree-like brambles and the deep gorges. Jason had never felt such peace since he had left ‘The Place of Promise’ one year ago. Soon he was sound asleep.

When he awoke, he was looking up into the face of the Father. “Jason, my child," said the Father, “Where have you been? I have been looking everywhere for you." Jason broke down in tears, telling the Father that he had run away because he could not keep the commandments. “The promise of ‘The Kingdom of the Glories’ is wonderful," said Jason, “but the commandments are just too hard to keep." “Jason, my dear Jason, I gave you the promise of ‘The Kingdom of the Glories’, but did you not hear all the other promises that I gave you? I told you that I would never leave you nor forsake you. I told you to give me all your worries and cares, for I care about you. Jason, don’t be discouraged when you find it difficult to keep the commandments. Just remember this, the battle is not yours, it is mine, and I will fight for you. I have paid a great price for you, my child. It is not your good works that will give you entrance into ‘The Kingdom of the Glories’; it is what I have sacrificed for you. All you need to do is to accept what I have to offer.

And as Jason lay in the Father’s arms, peaceful and contented, he heard him say, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light."

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Jason sat on the stump at the edge of the forest, overlooking the wide meadow. The colours of the wildflowers today were more brilliant than ever before, and on the distant horizon he could see a small glimmer of a kingdom filled with light, colour, sound and laugher, ‘The Kingdom of the Glories’.

The End
David Pekrul was born in New Westminster, B. C. Canada.

He wrote his first poem in February, 2004, as an Anniversary card for his wife, Linda. Being rather pleased by the results of his first attempt, he wrote a second one, then another and another. He soon realized that he was in love with words.

The pictures that his words paint may not always be pretty, but they are pictures worth viewing, for he writes about the world around him, whether they be things good, bad or otherwise. He also writes about family, nature, God and faith.

His first poetry book, "Parts Of The Sum Volume One" has just been published and can be found at http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/3145051

David makes his home in the foothills of the Canadian Rockies with his wife Linda and spoiled pup, Tiki.

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Top-level comments on this article: (2 total)
» left by Kian Ultan Andrew
2 years 135 days ago.
12 fans.
I am left a little speechless, emotion welled up inside of me as I read this.
 
God works in mysterious ways, I have had this kind of thing prop up in my face since well before I restarted my recovery. Coincidence? Not a chance, too much too often, to be coincidence. Maybe here is the point, now, in my life, where I need to truly accept and welcome God into my life.
 
Thank you David.
» left by David Pekrul 2 years 135 days ago.
69 fans.
Kian, I am blown away by your comments. Yes, God does work in mysterious ways. I don't believe it is a coincidence that I had this dream. I believe God will do great things in your life if you let him. I'll be praying for you and if you ever have any questions or just want to vent, you're welcome to send me an email.
 
God's blessings,
 
David
» left by Marijo Phelps
2 years 135 days ago.
142 fans.
WOW - I might have mentioned - keep on remembering and recording your dreams and touching hearts of your readers! Marijo
» left by David Pekrul 2 years 134 days ago.
69 fans.
Thanks Marijo,
 
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