Late morning. Carol has a knee problem and
you woke up before she did for a change and got the papers although with some
anxiety delivering the neighbor’s as their driveway has not been shoveled yet.
The driveway drops and is tricky when there is snow and ice. – Amorella
I shuffled along like a much older
fellow and used my cane along the way. It must have taken five minutes from the
top of her driveway to her doorstep. I did not fall however and that was the
point. Carol bought a knee brace yesterday and she says it feels better. There
is a point though, particularly if both of us have knee and joint problems that
we look for a one-floor home or at least a home with a master on the first
floor.
Work on Grandma eleven first, then, we can
allow Diplomat some time to prepare her blog posting for today. Later. Post. –
Amorella
You had lunch at Smashburgers and came home
so Carol could make her grocery list and gather coupons. You completed Grandma
Eleven and feel it is better written than it was. I agree. Add and post before
your coming errands. – Amorella
***
Grandma 11
©2014,rho,(final) GMG.One
We return to three thousand years or so before the present, to
King David. He had been
intent on Bathsheba’s dark hair and dark features while she was taking a bath
on a rooftop almost a city block away. He thought, perhaps this perfection is a
gift from G-d. I am king in his name. I have done good works. I am of the loins
of Abraham and Sarah. Perhaps she is
a gift for me from her husband, my good and loyal general, Uriah the Hittite. I
love the man who loves soldiering and war more than anything else in the world.
Bathsheba is heaven and I am king.
Bathsheba
arrived at the palace when ordered. Once the two were alone David touched and
surprisingly Bathsheba returned the touch. I am king and she is not perfect.
This caused his debating his original intuition. However, being alone with her
trickled lust to rush in and spear his mind. David became instantly terror
struck with the thought; lust is not a present from G-d. He sat with Bathsheba
quietly deliberating, then he confessed his desire in his mix of faulty
reasoning.
Bathsheba
sat surprised at his unpretentious manner and understood him instantly. She
held him in her arms when he, like a child, cried for G-d's mercy. Upon this relief
of tears David stood army-like but he dismissed her in an intimate kind
tenderness with a light kiss under her right ear.
When
they met again, this time is secret, they made love in a rioters’ passion
neither expected. They bathed in a mist of passion so fine that both believed
they saw the same rainbow in the romance of sharing a common soul.
Weeks
later, Bathsheba called on King David privately. “I am pregnant with your
child, David,” she said. “I will be stoned to death for adultery.”
“Have
you not slept with your husband?” he questioned.
“No.
He is busy soldiering and will not be bothered.”
King
David replied confidently, “I will not have you stoned."
Bathsheba
whispered, “I love you,” with her next breathe.
David
also responded, “I love you, too," as natural as her being the moon and
him the sun. The soldier king then considered the immediate situation. How can
this be? She is my general’s wife. I have many wives, but he has only one. I
cannot take her from him, and I will not. It was then that he thought on how
Bathsheba might still be God’s gift to him. He concluded, only if General Uriah
dies a good death in battle will I wed her.
Very
soon, almost too soon, there was a battle afoot and brave Uriah was up front
with his men as always. The loyal general died this last battle much to the
amazement of King David. Thus, it came to be that Bathsheba married King David.
Their son died young to the shock of both King David and Queen Bathsheba.
Nathan, the knowing prophet, told the king his son’s death was partial payment
for the king’s adultery and the early death of Uriah.
David
immediately asked, “If this is so, then why did G-d take my son and not
myself?”
“For
further punishment,” hailed Nathan, also the righteous and the wise.
“How
do you know this?” commanded King David, “That G-d should speak to you directly
before he would speak to me.”
Nathan
quickly reassessed his situation somberly replied, “I do not know, my
king."
“We
shall have another child,” snapped David the King.
David
dismissed Nathan after a verbal bruising. Once alone the king realized that G-d
had been talking to Nathan because he was a powerful prophet and David came to
feel that G-d may also have been talking to him because he was a powerful king.
Years
later, Bathsheba asked a much older David, “Will our son be king?”
“Yes,”
rejoined the king without hesitation, “Solomon will become king while I am
alive to see it.”
Bathsheba
smiled while silently musing, I am content, and David is content that I am
content.
Solomon
came to realize this long-standing joint contentment in his parents and to
silently rejoiced in its wisdom.
"This
is the David and Bathsheba story the way some of the Dead have heard it,"
noted Grandma with a knowing wink.
Being born human
can appear to be a chain of much strife,
But a human may
unshackle this once chain-slave in life.
Accepting what
one is, a piece of humankind --
With common and
humble roots to grow in the mind.
Grandma’s words dreamed free through Merlyn’s own hand
A flowing full fiction between the Shoreline and Strand.
***
[I cannot correct the above error in this posting. Sorry. - rho]
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