The Comfort Place

I came wounded back into the world. I had been in a war zone for many years, and at long last had been given leave. After so long a time in battle it had taken it's toll on me. I knew I had been hurt. I could see some of the damage done, sometimes coming across wounds I didn't even realize were there. I had come back from the battle weary, but looking to be refreshed. Looking to bathe my soul in something pure. I should have perhaps waited till I was fully healed, but when you've been in battle for a long time you long for rest and comfort. I was no different. I found myself searching in places that now seem so foreign to me. When you're hungry for comfort you forget sometimes everything else, but the hunger. Your first taste of anything that even seems good holds you for awhile.

With each new place I grew a little better at recognizing what comfort was not. Still, there were places and moments that held me longer then I had intended, and had pained me more than I had anticipated. I was getting stronger though, and wounds were healing. My head was no longer focused on the memories of the battle, as at the beginning. I could close my eyes now, and really sleep. It was then that a place of rest surfaced. It like no other place I'd been before held me even before I entered in. I was stronger, but battle had kept me cautious, always. This place so closely resembled the one in my mind that it was bewildering. It possessed more of what I needed and hoped for. I promised myself that I would move slowly, in case like as in the other places I had been, it was in fact not my promised land. This place immediately sensed my reservations, and seemed as if I remained outside for to long it would not allow me in. I could feel barriers being put up as I tried to convince this place of my longing to enter. Like one trying to command the waves of the sea to be still, so I was in my attempts to keep this place from sealing me off. When I saw that I might be left outside, alone and without comfort I took courage and went in. I watched and waited to see if my comfort would come, but it didn't and so I left feeling dismayed but still growing stronger. Then to my surprise I felt the place beckoning me back to it. I was confused but I went and stayed. As if it to was unsure of my presence there it looked after me with a strange watchfulness. However the things in this place were quite kind to me, and made my stay there better. I decided to try to reach out to the place for the need for comfort continued to grip me, and at points it seemed to respond to me, but only for while, and then it would return to it's watchfulness. I received word while there that I was to return to battle again. I longed to stay in this place but there were others in this war who were counting on me, so I made plans to leave. To my surprise the place still in it's watchful state, was moving upon me to stay.

But in the end I felt the tug of war, and so I returned to the battle. My hope was to come back to this place to discover it's hidden comforts and perhaps make my home there. Going back to the battle would be more difficult then I had thought. I did not have the same fighting spirit as before, and was instead hoping to pursue a more peaceful approach. In my years of battle I had fought with limited resources at my disposal, but I fought. Oddly enough my enemy had many weapons with which to strike me down, but had failed to destroy me. Now, however the enemy saw a chance to blot me out once and for all. In my absence a full scale attack of great proportion had begun. All that now kept me was the hope of returning to the comfort place I had left behind. Somehow I had to devise a plan to defeat my enemy and then and only then would I be free. I knew that I needed to dedicate my time to what lay ahead, and so I could not think on this place of comfort until the time of my return. Still, I did. I found myself fearful that it might not be there when I went back. If I made it back. Then I received word that someone had in fact been looking with great interest at this place. A great fear struck me that in all my years of battle I'd never felt. Fear is a soldiers worst enemy, and it's presence now was a harbinger of things to come...

Faith McDermott is an aspiring writer, and current webmaster for several websites including:http://questions-for-god.blogspot.com. Please feel free to contact Faith at:faith2041@aol.com if you have any questions, needs, or comments.

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