Chess...

...is just so often an applicable metaphore for life don't you think?

"Song of a Soldier"

I am a pawn;
moving to the war song.

My enemy stands before me;
my foe is mighty and fierce.

In his eyes I see my own;
full of courage and dispair.

How have we earned this frightful moment;
not born of our own ambitions.

I shall not waver in my soul;
their is no room for leniance.

My King gives call and His soldiers surge out;
no one will stand against.

Though I will fall;
it will not be alone.

For in dead fields we do battle;
untill the King give the sign.

For I am a pawn;
swaying to my Kindom's song.

It's supposed to be a happy poem, though it doesn't read like one. (^_^) I've been dealing lately with various persons and topics which place me in a position to relate to the pawn. I would rather be a knight I think. I would rather be a Bishop or a Rook even, but those are not for me. In truth I should be happy to be a pawn for my King. Someone seen fit to be placed in a pawns shoes should be thought capable enough in His kings eyes to be there at all. So full of fear and trust we march as pawns. Being placed where the King would have us so that we could be used for His glory and victory.