Heavenly Counsel
Daniel stalled in that silence; unearthed glory to become; the talents not known, but soon to be exposed; the valiance begun; Heaven waits no longer; hearts do mend; the warrior found; the materials and vessel brought together, at last, within unity.
"And by what order does this commence?" Daniel strained to say, "By what measure; by what edict will declare, a poor pauper boy, of one day unearthed and re-earthed to bury the same, should possess such a throne sword as this?"
"Cast by the fire Daniel," the steward led Daniel to the edge of this hearth; his hands trembled, though guided by the ancient throngs of this one so close to God, "Touch the flame; let the union behold… You will see…"
And with this ardent request, the tip to sword was sent down and grasped the tip of this Holy fire. In an instant the sword grew into a full flame, down to the very edge and grip Daniel held and possessed. This was to startle him; Daniel letting loose; the sword falls and remains in burn and frightful glow, though nothing burned in surround of it, nor was it put out. Yet burned like a heart which would never die; the spirit which would spark always with eternal life.
"It does not burn," Daniel looked back at the steward, "But does…burn!"
"And shall always," the steward came close, lowered Daniel's hand to retrieve the sword, yet it burned all the while, though yet it did not burn to the righteous; the pure, "ever more… God's light to never extinguish; the breath of His flame sits here, upon the sword forged by Him…for you, Daniel…"
"But why?" Daniel was nearly struck by all he was to see.
"The First shall become the last," the steward spoke, "and the last shall become the First." Daniel felt the steward place his ancient hand over his shoulder.
"You will cup it with its sheath and scabbard," he spoke and instructed Daniel to do as such, "but never to put it out… Oh yes, it will burn; always…but it is hidden… Only by your hands Daniel, will this sword have any usefulness; none other. The handle will not grip, nor allow another hand to enter into its fold and the flame will not yet burn… This sword and you…are bound together for all eternity…"
"What am I to make of all this?" Daniel thought to himself, though he spoke as much in a frail whisper and soft speech.
"Daniel," the steward brought back Daniel's attention; full and direct, "Will I teach you how to use this mighty weapon. You shall become the archangel you are destined to become… It is written… without fail… By God's mighty edict, you are born to be one of the mantles to His kingdom… To become the thirteenth warrior…"
"So much to learn; can it be so?"
"You must measure discernment; understand the difference between those that are demons and those that are warriors. A place to the heart is pure and sustains; let this grow to embody all that you are… Empty out all that should not be; let God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit fill in what remains…This, shall be your greatest trial and test; when pressures mount, and temptations perform antics to persuade you with…"
He paused and cupped his elder hand onto Daniel's chest and heart.
"Keep to your heart," he paused; their eyes met in that silence, "the benevolence of your Father; the Holy Spirit reigns, in you… and nothing more can penetrate…"
"And when this is all done, I will be ready?"
"It is written…" the steward firmly promised.