Take It From The Stone
As golden light beams sprayed the dawn,
and early birds sang Nature’s song,
I stumbled upon this rock, the one
so kingly crowned by our great sun.
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Ancient and royal, stood the stone,
down through The Ages, sinking alone.
My arms reached out ~ my hands felt glory.
Right then I heard him tell his story.
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A lady arose from the lake
to give me a sword I could not forsake
until a new King would arise
for only He could take the prize.
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Many a man struggled here
but only one showed no fear.
A boy, no less, took a try
when no one else was standing by.
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Taking a grip with two small hands
planting his feet on Royal lands
gently he tugged, so easily
I could feel his love melting in me.
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My solid core then vaporized
and Arthur’s face showed his surprise!
He thrust it to the sky and beamed
“Thank you, God! for making me King!”
* * *
When out came the sword, I wept
for the glorious gift I so long kept.
No longer was I a stone in need
and only rocks that roll feel free.
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July 26, 2012 at 7:07 am
It shows Courage
July 26, 2012 at 8:27 am
Powerful! Gave me chills just reading it.
July 26, 2012 at 11:25 am
As you’ve asked before, which writing was your best. Well, there’s no question, you’ve gone way over the top with this one. I was totally floored and moved beyond wordage after reading this. As I have expressed to you, this is poster material, one I will have made. I would be honored to hang this, and share the beauty in my home! Bless your thoughts, mind, and beautiful soul. It’s a privilege to know you, and an honor to be in your presence.
A33nn
July 26, 2012 at 11:28 am
I must have your permission, you know. I would like you to print, sign this. Lets talk about this!
))
July 26, 2012 at 4:45 pm
Thank you!
Glad you liked it, Ms. L. Wilder!
July 26, 2012 at 4:53 pm
That’s a mighty fine, compliment, Mi’Lady! Thank you very much!
I’d love to see it on a poster, and ~ the feelings are mutual. Yes!
July 26, 2012 at 5:11 pm
“only rocks that roll feel free”, indeed. Wonderful piece, Uncle Tree.
July 26, 2012 at 5:17 pm
He-he. So glad you enjoyed this one, Barbara!
July 27, 2012 at 5:05 pm
Thank you, Mariana Soffer, my sweet niece!
July 28, 2012 at 12:34 am
Mighty fine writing, Uncle, penning and swording
I love the way you weave yourself’s into a Universal experience and make whole. Even the stone has a pulse.
July 28, 2012 at 6:04 am
The pulse of a swashbuckler in heat.
Swoosh, swoosh, swishery!
No, really, I’m glad you found this in the Universal junk heap that
sustains our pearly white conscience and unblemished innocence.
I know we have it in us, and I pray it is never-ever-ever withdrawn.
Dear Eddie,
The stone who wood be King thanks you for rolling in the deep.
Uncle Tree
July 28, 2012 at 1:40 pm
So ed, where have you been whilst the world has kneaded you?
Your Mother never asked as she gave you her unrivalled bread
If she had, would you settle to sifting the chaff from the flour
Or would you remember those shocking words that I said
To a very fraught Mother so naturally anxious of where
My vision was taking me to……
‘Wist ye not that I must be about…..
my Father’s business’
‘So rocking and rolling’s not out,
We can get away with murder at this rate! (and we did )
but a swashbuckling one this’n is’
July 29, 2012 at 4:48 am
Matthew 3:12 “His winnowing fork is in his hand, and he will clear his threshing floor and gather his wheat into the barn, but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.”
When the Lord steps onto the threshing floor, the wheat cheers,
but the chaff trembles, terrified to the innermost atomic particle.
Poor bracts. They come into existence with one sole purpose -
to protect that which is of the highest value to God’s children.
And in The End, as they find themselves face to face with the
Eternal Flame, they wonder in unison, “How can this be, O Lord?”
July 29, 2012 at 9:33 am
http://markneumayer.com/2012/07/24/five-magical-weapons-from-norse-mythology/
I was researching swords on wordpress, Ed. A scary “Ah-ha!”
moment ensued. I swear to God, I have never studied Norse
mythology closely. I think I finally know who the bad guy
is in my incomplete novel. Coincidence? A verifiable clue?
Is this the knowledge I’m in need of to add that last chapter?
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The sword Gram
This weapon might remind you of the more widely known Excalibur since Odin drove the blade of the sword into the heart of a mighty oak tree and said that whoever could pull out the sword would be fated to win in battle. Sigmund was the hero who accomplished this feat and he went on to use the sword to great effect. Until the day that it shattered during a battle with a stranger wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a black, hooded cloak. (This would be a good place to mention that Odin frequently traveled the world and disguised himself by using a wide-brimmed hat and a black, hooded cloak. Just pointing that out.)
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July 29, 2012 at 11:12 am
Maybe the battle you’re in, is with yourself. Last chapter, beginning and end. You are Uncle Tree, with a might big heart. Maybe pulling out the sword within you, your battle will be over. Maybe, the black hood and cloak, is your dark side? Battle’s with ourselves are most hard to conquer.
Just an observation….
A33nn
July 30, 2012 at 3:54 am
There is a mighty English oak on one of my regular walks. My most recent visit, this weekend, dismayed me. Not one but two of its multi
(btw, said Oak does have a very personal connection with ‘Vikings.’)
mighty arms had crashed to the earth and were completely obscuring the path upward, I drew nigh thinking I would need an alternative route, but no, O din of the fall had laid shatterings to rest in quite an intricate bower of passage and passport for me. With my usual reverence, yet mournful this time, I paused and took heed of the very deep roots of meaning, My little heart pumped as I climbed on up the very steep bank to the stile above, every foothold a muddy one.
I’m wondering now of poor Sigmund. Do you think that C.J. called up Odin when the dining room table did the splits? I wonder and wander
July 30, 2012 at 5:40 am
Idk, Cheryl. But your thought is understood.
July 30, 2012 at 5:46 am
That makes me sad, Ed. I like the way you phrased it, though.
That could be true about C.J. – whilst sitting with a Jew in Freud.
Wotan is curiously close to Watson, I have observed. So what…?
God bless you, and your mighty oak, dear friend. Peace, UT
July 30, 2012 at 8:05 am
Awesome stuff, whichever way we look, Keith. I’m more and more gob-smacked by how it all interweaves, right down to our everyday experiences as they play out their longings.
I say, rich pickings already written in to your novel,…. elementary, my dear Watson,
TO THE UNKNOWN GOD
I shall and will know thee, Unknown One,
Who searchest out the depths of my soul,
And blowest through my life like a storm,
Ungraspable, and yet my kinsman!
I shall and will know thee, and serve thee.
~~Nietzsche~~
July 31, 2012 at 5:21 am
Saturnalia ~ Ecstasy ~ Fury ~ Furry (possibly?) Unknown
I’m glad you think so, Ed. After all this talk and thought yesterday,
Rain is in short supply, too.
I eyed my first rainbow of the year!
It was very short-lived, but still, it made me feel lucky. Promises…
July 31, 2012 at 6:10 am
‘Unknown’ to Nietzsche at the time, but CJ told us Wots on
Yes, me love a rainbow, too, but the promise is gone with the wind here and sounds irreversable there. We can sing a rainbow if we could only ger’old of some pot…… nah, dopey…… which brings me to Snow White. Great Grimm story that and the Huntsman was tamed by her beauty. There are two types of Queen. The old one must transmute to the new and we must help her home with or without the Huntsman?
July 31, 2012 at 5:48 pm
Help which her home? Either one gets the Huntsman, either way.
May the will-o’-the-wisp light your fire, my friend. Gettin’ green, UT
He’s the homeboy in idyllic green, and the Queen’s got a thing
for Him, no doubt. So rugged, and yet, handsome. Mightily mighty,
and yet, magically charming. His lance done swished the swash,
the whole lot. The more women fear Him, the more irresistible
He seems, for the Huntsman is the one who knows them oh-so well.
August 1, 2012 at 12:43 am
We must be the Prince and Home is the reunification of the female. Tho seperate in the story, they are in fact the divided mind. The Kingdom of Heaven is within whoever. The Prince? That seems another story. Um….let that mind be in you….that is titled Peacebringer to the warring factions of divided mind inclusive of Wotan. You’ve got me flying, Uncle
August 1, 2012 at 1:06 am
The Grimm one wrote his story according to his own Piece……..how grim am I….or should that be how green?
August 1, 2012 at 1:17 am
Incidently, you have quite the fillum set here at your black background, at least the way things function with my browser. When one posts a comment and it goes through, there’s a quite flash of light from your chosen image, before one automatically zooms on down to the comment in WordPress process. You da wizard
August 1, 2012 at 5:40 am
Father of the anima in the realm of Eros sitting comfortably by a tree…
August 2, 2012 at 2:30 am
Tree is a good place to be, Bro
August 2, 2012 at 5:31 am
August 10, 2012 at 5:57 am
I’ve now learned that the story of King Arthur
was first mentioned in The Book Of Merlin ~
the Prophet sent from Hell, the Antichrist himself.
Arthur’s father gained this son via the magic of Merlin.
Arthur was raised as an orphan, and his alter-family
included a boy his own age, with whom he grew up.
The boy’s name was Key.
August 10, 2012 at 9:26 pm
Ugh…good thing, keys can be remade! Or re keyed! ~j`
August 11, 2012 at 7:58 am
LoL, Cheryl!
You’re a keyper!
August 19, 2012 at 7:36 am
Key speaking to a young Arthur, regarding a future Utopian Camelot, and the gathering of the Knights Of The Round Table: “And here we have The Freemen of this Land finding solutions for problems that have yet to manifest, and spinning answers to beg questions without answering the problem. Yes, the show must go on and on and on to Infinity, and the Drama that people wish to avoid for’er will also go on for Life’s a stage where the game begets nothing but losers in
The End
August 19, 2012 at 7:46 am
Now, Uncle Tree can only wish to win over ♥’s.
August 19, 2012 at 10:30 pm
Oh…please! You win over <3 everywhere…
September 6, 2012 at 8:04 pm
Are paths and time truly our own if every hair is truly counted? Imagine what everyone involved felt in the pulling of the sword in perfect timing. Could it ever be a burden if it is our chosen path? Many thoughts but one to lay the rocks pain to rest…The feeling given to all when all involved in the swords removal might make it worth the effort of its burden. Just a thought…depends on which rock we’re talkin’ about though!
September 8, 2012 at 8:55 am
We’re talkin’ ’bout rollin’ away the stone, Stuart. Yes, that one!
The one and only way to reveal the Christ within ~ The Rock
The Stone, and it all hinges on the precipice and the wish to jump
to conclusions, perhaps, well-thought out beforehand on foot.
Are you pulling my leg? Good heavens! I love your question!
Peace, bro!
The Stone and the contents within are one and the same.
So, if it’s a burden, I’m betting it’s very Light.
February 16, 2013 at 11:49 am
Often times, it so happens, the brave look stupid, at first.
Only in conclusion – does one earn the right to wear either badge.
February 16, 2013 at 1:14 pm
Many a true word spoken, on your part, Uncle……and witten, in zest and *O*-range a-peeling, having enthused all the Way to the very last l-adder, co-opting serpentine downfalls into the throw of the D-ice.
Board with the game, here is my stupid badger
February 17, 2013 at 7:34 am
Well, okay. So do I say
??? 
“ALLah B-O-A-R-D!” or
“One! Two! Three! Jump!!!”
February 17, 2013 at 11:09 am
Lol, it was your word conclusion that triggered me matrix
I was transported all the way back to our exchange on ‘Snakes and Ladders’ but don’t ask which blog entry that was! It made me jump to it as well 
February 18, 2013 at 5:21 am
I love going back and reading our comments from years ago, Ed.
Talk about a walk down (non) Memory Lane. So easy to forget.
Luv ya, bud! Happy Monday!
http://uncletreeshouse.com/2009/08/05/outgrowing-the-tots/