The Leader, the son, the daughter: The Overture

Battle torn, battle tested.

Barely born, barely rested…

the strength of the Leader dwells in the sanctuary.

Shining proud, shining bright.

Speaking loud, speaking light…

the Leader recovered the one who will marry…

His son, His pride.

This one, this bride…

was protected by the peace prayed over her.

Breaking through, breaking over.

What He knew, what He showed her…

was a gift from the Leader. Complete: the overture.

A Man returns from a long winter’s journey.

Snowfall surrounded Him for what felt an eternity.

He is the Leader of a family that looked for a daughter.

When He brought her home, there were lessons He taught her.

Patience. Boldness. Wisdom. As He came back to His lair.

He opens the door, walks in, and beckons her to follow. Does she dare?

She does and immediately meets the eyes of His son who could only stare.

Captivated. Awestruck. Dumbfounded. The son is introduced to her.

Her hand touches his. Electricity bursts through him. There’s nothing truer.

The realization strikes him: he is looking into the eyes of his answered prayers.

The Leader withdraws to His den. The banquet He now prepares.

The daughter watches Him leave, wondering when she’ll see Him again.

His son and she are left in the hall. Here they begin.

The son pulls out a book and lifts something from his pocket: a pen.

There are no words. The book is empty. The son writes something better.

She recognizes that she is witnessing this book’s first love letter.

As he is writing she walks over to his bookcase.

She picks up a book, opens it, reads it when tears start to stream down her face.

Every page is a love letter to her from the hand of the son.

Each line, a prayer, and she heard every one.

The son makes a puzzled noise. She realizes he must be done.

The son sets down his tool, and grabs her hand, interlocking their fingers.

Cool. Smooth. Delicate. Their fingers create a power of a pain that still lingers.

Their pasts filled with wondering about the moment of now.

The son pulls out a ring while speaking his first vow.

It fits perfectly, as if it were crafted uniquely for her.

She realizes the Leader is responsible. Her new Father must adore her.

In that instant he walks in with great news, this faithful Explorer.

The Leader shares acres of land are ready for their humble estate.

Her future with the son has a place of peace. Their hearts elate.

This territory is an answer to what the Leader and His son conversed.

The daughter finds a renewed beauty in the family she is now immersed.

The place. The people. The presence. All coming together at last.

The result of their obedience from years in the past.

The reward is moving into view, and it’s coming fast.