The procession along the streets were vastly different in nature to how they were mere months earlier.
Then the people wore sombre looks. Some were seen crying uncontrollably. Men doffed their caps and bowed their heads. Women held their loved ones close to them. Then the carriage was transporting a very special container to the final resting place of the old king.
Now a different carriage was transporting someone who clearly wasn’t in need of a box as they were alive and vibrant. As they waved regally, the scenes saw crowds of people smiling and waving flags delirious with glee. They had the chance to have a glimpse of the person in the carriage and they couldn’t be happier.
It was as it had been for time immemorial. The king was dead, now long live the king. They missed the reassuring presence of the old king, but now there was the excitement of discovering what life would be like under the new king. There would clearly be a transition period, people would have to adjust and perhaps things would not be as they once were. That was the nature of change, though. That was the nature of seeing out the old and bringing in the new.
The older folks were wary of the new. They reminisced on what the old was like and how they knew where they stood under the old with the track record of solid rule for so many years. It would take a lot in their book for the new king to come close to matching those achievements.
The younger folks were eager for the new. They did not have time for all that memory lane business. They were captured by the winds of change that would see them making history themselves in their new day under a new rule with brand new opportunities. Hope sprung eternal and the sky was not the limit for them. This new rule could see them go so much further …
How would the two co-exist? Would there be room for the new to blossom, or would the old bring in clouds of doubt to make any progress grim work?
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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