What I know About Faith
I saw you
at your
lowest point:
your miserable,
wallowing worst,
pitiful and dirty,
sorrowful and shamed
and I
still
love(d)
you
To the surprise of everyone, Edmund was the only one who did not fail to trust Aslan.
Even Lucy fell at one point; at her darkest, dirtiest, low she failed to trust the Lion. Peter fell many times. Whenever he felt that he wasn't acting worthy of Narnia, he grew angry at Aslan for bringing them back. He failed to trust the Lion's plan. Susan just stopped believing in Him. She was hurt, grew away, and became taken over by the world.
Edmund never fell prey to the temptations of the world.
When asked by his siblings, he would respond, "I refuse to let myself fall from Aslan. I trust Him too much. He has a plan for us here. We must live through it."
Or he would say, "Aslan saw me at my lowest and still loved me. To turn my back on Him now would be betrayal."
To Edmund, Aslan was the only one that he could fully trust. He was the only one who would always be there. Edmund was the Prodigal Son. He was the one lost sheep out of the one hundred. Edmund mattered to Aslan.
Edmund knew that if he let himself go once, just once, then he would never be back to the Edmund that Aslan had made him. He would never be the Just again. If Edmund let himself fall, then he would become the Witch's Edmund. He would become dark and grimy, a fearful thing. Edmund refused to become that again. The Witch almost consumed him when he was a boy. He refused to let her hold power again.
Also to the surprise of everyone, Edmund was the only Pevensie to think about writing about Narnia. He had discovered his love for writing in Narnia, and continued his work in England, using the typewriter as an escape. He wrote down the story of Narnia and spread the Word of the Lion through it. Edmund wrote down the story of his betrayal and redemption, of the Lion's grace and mercy, and of the beautiful and marvelous land called Narnia. Edmund wrote down the story of his first love and gave it to the masses.
Of the four Pevensie siblings, Edmund was the only one who did not give up. Who did not fall. He kept himself from the temptations of the world so that he may be able to preserve the bit of Narnia that still resided in his younger body. Edmund stayed as close to the will of Aslan as he possibly because he loved Aslan, and because he knew that there was a plan set for him.
Edmund was the Just King. He was the Judge. He knew when his people messed up, and he knew how to right the wrong. Part of his struggle was keeping the wrong within himself contained and only letting the right out.
Edmund had seen what the blackness in his heart could do at the age of twelve. Also at that age, he saw what the Lion could do to his heart and he was made anew. Aslan had sacrificed everything for him, a mere boy.
Edmund Pevensie would spend his life living up to the name of Aslan. Of his siblings, he was the only one left to do so with a pure heart. The boy with the blackness became the boy made anew by the love of a Lion.
He was Edmund the Just, Duke of the Western March, King of Narnia, ordained by Aslan himself. He may be in England once more, but once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen. Edmund would do his best to live up to his title and to the Lion.
The Lion had sacrificed all for him. To live up to His word was all that Edmund could do.
He was the only one left.
AN: This is a marvelous little piece that I came up with earlier today, and it just touched my soul. The poem is from tumblr, but I sadly do not know the original author. Letting The Light Shine Through will be up tomorrow... I'm starting on the final edits next.
Thanks for reading!
By the Mane,
Inky