SOLOMON grew stronger in the days that followed, as all the people submitted to him. Yet King David was growing weaker by the day. At this point he was set to go.
It was going to be a busy evening like several others in the palace of Israel, but this night was a quiet one for the younger king.
Solomon crept into the royal study and he combed through stacks of parchment to find a scroll.
That parchment scroll, it was the golden one that he was handed the day he was crowned. But the young man had left it here when things turned busy.
Yes, he’d forgotten the olden piece as soon as duty came. But it was this same thing he’d tottered all the way to find.
Now in the few days that Solomon had sat as king, he’d known the heat of a burning throne. He’d had to face enemies that were allies and friends that were strangers.
He’d had to think too much on how not to falter, for he’d suddenly seen that there was no friend for him.
So he found himself lacking every day that he met the people. Then he saw that he couldn’t keep going on that strength of his.
Therefore, that evening Solomon left the busyness of all work and duty, and he crawled into the palace chamber to study.
Now before he ever wearied himself searching, he found the water his tired soul sought.
It was the parchment, the sacred parchment. It was the prophecy scroll of Israel’s throne.
Then it was olden and golden, its words setting the eyes on fire. So the ruler settled there and studied, so he could know the path of his call.
Now, as the monarch studied in the book chamber, his quiet time was interposed by a guest. Yet this wasn’t someone he could refuse but was a welcome guest in every way.
The servants announced the arrival from outside, while Solomon was met unprepared.
‘His Majesty the King is here! His Majesty the King is here!’
Those were the words that got Solomon starting up, as he shuddered at the possibility of a sudden overthrow.
In one moment he trembled at the thought of a different king, and in the next instant he remembered he wasn’t the only one with the title. So he smiled when he remembered.
For right then Solomon stood up to welcome the guest, and the doors opened as David was let inside.
King David tottered in with the support of a walking stick. His body quivered to the rhythm of his woobly steps. Before him was the child of his youth, standing then in the prime of his youth.
Then he watched his younger self there, and smiled.
Right there the son bowed and stammered as he fumbled through words and through the parchment scrolls. He wanted to clear his head and clear the desk, both at the same time.
Yet the more the man tried, the more he just flustered. So his father settled down and came to his rescue.
‘How have you been, son? How is the position treating you?’
And those words, they were fresh oil round a crowned head.
Solomon’s heart rose with those words. The feelings coursed through him and he felt like bursting in tears and crying it all out before David.
At the same time the young man feared that his father might be disappointed if he came down bare.
Still those questions were so timely that Solomon wouldn’t take them as greetings. So he settled down and chose to reply.
He let out his heart in words:
‘Father, I am walking! It is like I am walking far, walking on a long way.
‘I realized the throne is full of responsibility. I knew before now that I wouldn’t sit here and play, but I didn’t know it would be the long walk. I didn’t know it’d be this much work!’
He countered himself. ‘But, Father, it’s still one I enjoy. It’s still a walk I love to continue!’
With that said, he found nothing else to say.
Now King David smiled, as he saw his younger person trying hard. He knew his son wanted everything to work, that his work was only proving difficult.
The old ruler saw that his son loved the throne in spite of all the strain, and this was why he left his complain, he reasoned.
So the father looked at the son and smiled. For he decided to show him the way, the easier way.
Comments
Post a Comment