Within the Great Hall

by SprinklinThoughts

He had finally made it… finally been admitted to the great hall of the king. The hall was so full that he stood at the back against the wall, just to the side of the large and heavily carved solid gold gates of entry, a place he would have chosen in any event.

But it did not feel at all as he had expected. In fact he felt slightly overwhelmed, a little anxious, and thought himself to be unworthy or unclean in some way. Just knowing the king was so near reinforced the aching humility penetrating his soul. He thought, “Ah, if only I had spent my life differently, then perhaps I’d feel more comfortable being here.”

Yet he knew there was nothing he could have done to deserve the honor, for he’d been admitted solely by the king’s good will. T’was this realization brought him some good comfort…