Troubled (O Faithful Father)

O faithful Father of mine

Can You see this child thine

In the mud of a worrying heart

Keeping me far away, apart


O faithful Father, my heart

Is troubled with so much

My mind is clouded

My eyes shrouded


I know Your love is there for me

Yet I cannot seem to find peace

The thoughts of uncertainty filling my being

Making me restless and reeling


O faithful Father

Help me, my Lord

To bring peace to my weary mind

To trust Your faithfulness with my wary heart


You are my comfort

Yet I cannot find it

Not for the lack of Your promises

But the lack of my own faith


O Lord, my great Father

I must set my eyes to You

Trust that it is You, dear Jesus, not I

Who makes all things happen


For no thing is too small, dear Jesus

For no thing is too great, my Lord

For You are the Almighty and All Knowing

I lay my life at Your feet

In The Valley (Where Are You?)

I stand in the valley

On the foot of a large mountain

A steeping hill reaching to the skies

Can I ever crest the top?


I look up from the valley

At the treacherous footholds

The wall that shoots upwards

What path can I possibly take?


I start out from the valley

Where I struggle to find Your presence

Where I look to the vast rise and think

Is this to be my purgatory?


The valley is dark and heavy around me

The road in front is full of trials

Air of the valley is stale and musty

I feel my Enemy lurking here

Dangerous and deadly


Where are You

When I stand here in the night

Where the shadow of death creeps

And I am chilled and unable to see?


Where are You

Here in my lowest place

Where is Your light, Your warmth?


I seek You

But cannot find You

Were Your words for naught

Your promise to me empty?


Can You hear my call

In my vast emptiness

This valley deep as the pit of my black soul?


I see a small light

The answer to my prayer

It shows me a pathway

Is this to be my road to You?


What have You given me!


A small trail

Fraught with danger

With ravines on both sides

Free to the the whirling wind

And open to fall


You come to me

And calm me

With the words of Your promise:

“It is I who goes before you.

I will be with you;

I will not leave you or forsake you.

Do not fear or be dismayed.

Be strong and courageous.

Do not be anxious about anything,

but in everything by prayer and supplication

with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to me.

And the peace of the Father,

which surpasses all understanding,

will guard your hearts and your minds in my name.

And behold,

I am with you always,

to the end of the age.”


So, I start out from the valley

Down the narrow trail

Up the wall shooting to the skies

From the foot of the large mountain


This is my life!


I will not fear the storms that come

The whirling winds that may throw me into the ravines

I will not fear the darkness

For You will light my path

I will trust You

And You will keep me safe

Quote of the Day: In Deepest Waters

Your grace abounds in deepest waters
Your sovereign hand
Will be my guide
Where feet may fail and fear surrounds me
You’ve never failed and You won’t start now

So I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise, my soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine

— Hillsong United, Oceans (Where Feet May Fail)


I have let the world lead me astray

I have let foolish thoughts keep me away

Now I hunger for your word

Now I thirst to learn and serve

Your voice is as small as a whisper

Carrying sounds of import

How do I learn to listen to the wind

How do I learnt to listen to the voice within

You send your will through messages written

You send them through the rainclouds bidden

How do I learn to see through the rain

How do I learn to quieten again

Chapter 4: Nawe

Peace in a dark world is not even worth thinking about as an imaginary ideal in a fantastical perfect utopia. Peace, given any thought, will grow from a small kernel of light to a glimmer of hope to a full blown dream. To be an idealist in a dark world is dangerous. You upset the wrong people with your hope, you die. You think all are peaceful, you die. You defy norms and to promote peace become a pacifist and do not fight, you die. Do not become an idealist in a dark world.

She ran. She could hear the shadow following her, so she sped up to full speed. It didn‘t take long until she believed herself free from her pursuer. She ducked into a familiar doorway. It was unlocked as usual and she thanked the owner of the house silently. He was a kindly old Arbe Chimera who tended to help those less fortunate than himself. His house was a sanctuary.

She climbed the house to its sixth floor where she knocked on a door. The kindly old Chimera opened the door letting her in. She entered and collapsed in relief.

“Hello Nawe“, she greeted with cheer she didn‘t feel. He didn‘t indicate offence, merely turned to go rummage in his things coming back with a small piece of bread. He handed it to her with silence. She gave him a grateful glance before consuming the bread rapidly. Nawe watched her eat.

Arbe had the fur and ears of bears, their eyes round and dark. The features were quite human with the exception of the nose. They did not have manes like the Atnan, but had finer fur many of them tended to style like humans do with their hair. Arbe had wings similar to the Atnan and had no tails.

Nawe was white from his clawed feet to the tips of his wings. He had red only on the tips of his ears. Even Nawe’s eyes were light grey instead of black or brown as was more common. He was a descendant of the Abyad of Arbe (abyad = white) , the only one of the Thnashar. They were rare and thought to be extinct as Nawe kept away view and was only known by those who knew of the sanctuary.

Trust was a rare commodity the most valuable of all.

Alktyra finished and then stretched her wings and other extremities languidly like a cat animal on a hot afternoon on the savannah. Nawe saw this and gestured for her to follow. She understood his silent request and followed him through dingy corridors into a room made to resemble a den with synthetic furs strewn across the floor. Some were gathered into nest-like piles.

The room was occupied. Alktyra could see a wing cover a form in one of the far corners of the vast bedroom. It was sleeping. Alktyra glanced at the Arbe next to her inquiringly. He simply shook his head. A tired one.

There was one nest sequestered from the others, a pile of antique furs made of the real animals that the Chimera descended from.

These were treasures of the Alwa (rulers) of the Chimera, sacred pieces of heritage that no one with any sense would touch. The Fahaqia they were called, thought to be holy, only to be touched by the Naqy of Atnan and the Alwa, believed to curse anybody else who dared. They were one of the last marks of respect left. The Fahaqia were priceless.

As Alktyra sunk into the furs, their familiar scent enveloped her into dreams of a happy childhood. They were the last ones that helped her remember her parents as if their very beings were infused into the furs. Sleeping in them she would see memories from her own life, but also of the Alwa before, all the way to Alwara’a Thania and Alwakarh Alwal, as if the fur contained them like a supernatural vessel. It could have been her own imagination bringing the stories she had been taught of her ancestors to life. Either way, they were comforting and helped her to keep the will to live.


When Alktyra woke, she was more rested than she had been in a while. Well, since she had last visited Nawe’s sanctuary. This time she wast the only one in the room.

She wandered to Nawe’s main room only to find the other Chimera devouring a rare strip of juicy meat. He glanced up quickly when he heard her enter only to return his full focus on the meat. Alktyra’s stomach grumbled.

As if equipped with a sixth sense, Nawe appeared carrying a tray full of delicious foods. Alktyra had not seen such a luxurious sight since well before the death of her mother and father.

“Nawe, where did you get all of this?!” she questioned with amazement. The Arbe shrugged nonchalantly setting the tray down and indicating it was free to take some. She did not hesitate, neither did the other Chimera.

Her immediate needs being satisfied, Alktyra had time to observe the Chimera. She had never seen one like him. She was surprised to find that his scales were silver with a polished shine. He had a magnificent mane of a similar silver sheen. His wings were gradient, beginning in an almost black grey and brightening to the tips into a pure white. His eyes were a most unusual blue. His claws gleamed with sharpness and good care. He wore black pants and a black vest both which were notably not old and ragged, unlike her own attire. He was most clearly a high-born Atnan.

Alktyra finished her food and sent a look of burning questions to Nawe who nodded and got up. Follow me. She did, leaving the stranger in the room alone.

“Who is he?” she asked as soon as she thought they were alone enough. Nawe sighed heavily and looked away. He then broke his silence.

“He is Alqamar an’Asrar.”

“Why is this significant?” she wondered as Nawe only ever had broken his silence once before in her presence during their long acquaintanceship.

“He is here to kill you”, Nawe revealed.

“What?!” Alktyra exclaimed. Nawe refused to meet her eyes seemingly ashamed as the truth of what he had said dawned on her and she saw the door open to reveal the Chimera, Alqamar, smirking at her.

Trust is a rare commodity the most valuable of all. To be an idealist in a dark world is dangerous. You promote peace and do not fight, you die. There are very few who will voluntarily die when threatened.

A Seed of Truth

Maddy, he has fed stories of the lower world to you since you were seven years old. I would say that he has so far trained you pretty well.
Maddy clenched her hands into fists. What are you implying? That he lied to me?
I mean,” The Nameless said, that a man may plant a tree for several reasons. Maybe he likes the tree. Maybe he wants some shade. Or maybe he knows that it may one day be required for firewood.
-Joanne Harris, Runemarks

This quote is intended to express the following matters: the character of the story Maddy has been friends called with a person One Eye for seven years, but then she meets the Nameless, who makes Maddy doubt her friendship with One Eye. In other words the Nameless makes Maddy doubt the trust between her and her friend.

Trust is the most important part of a good friendship, and one cannot know who is a true friend before times are difficult. From this comes the saying “a friend in need is a friend indeed.

Without trust there is no friendship, or any relationships at all. Trust can be undermined with a lot of things. Doubt is one of these scourges.

Even without knowing it one can do things that make the trust one’s friends to disappear. In these cases an apology and explanation are the best cures.

A true friend takes into account the friendship in all his or her actions, and always thinks of the best friend and himself or herself. He or she is empathetic or sympathetic, honest, sincere, and there is mutual understanding among friends.

Sometimes, however, true friends can also come across circumstances where disputes are unavoidable by the two. The showing of angry emotions can be positive, as long as the partiesargue constructively, searching for a suitable solution for both.

“A true friend will never make your life more difficult – unless you’re on the way down.”

In a friendship each party should have a healthy self-esteem. A true friendship is not where one envies the other looking for a chance to succeed on the expense of the one, or in which one uses the other. A friendship is not black mail!

Friendship may be be considered by some overrated. Such people prefer to be alone, but humans are social animals, and even hermit natured people need company sometimes.
Theoretically, all should have at least one friendIn fictional works the hero has usually a friend or friends, on whom the hero may count on almost everything. The fact is that several discriminated, bullied, beaten, and lonely people pass through, the world in need of friends.
Suicides, school shootings, and other bloody attacks would be reduced likely if people would be able to live in harmony. There are bad people always, but there could be less bitter peopleFriendship can prevent self-destructive thinking. A friend may also notice if something is wrong.

Scientifically viewed friendship is a phenomenon which is equally difficult to explain and explore as love, but recently with psychology, and magnetic resonance imaging it has been possible to study the reactions that friendship creates in a person.