The clean, cloudless skies
Bless the shepherd boy's eyes
As he walks tall and strong,
Poor, humble, Invincible!
Oil that's falling
Down hair,
Over cheekbones
That glow with the fire
of the calling.
Then cries, and shouts
War, blood, fear
Guilt...and the world
Stops.
While the chosen one waits
With a dull, nauseous ache,
For redemption.
8 comments:
I've always had ambivalent feelings about the David and Goliath story (if that's what you're alluding to) ...
ROG, ABC Wednesday team
Not Goliath, no. A bit later. This is David defeated, not David triumphant.
...or else why the waiting for redemption? I got it...and I think Michelangelo did too. Those eyes are about more than teen-age intrepidity.
Whoever it is ... I loved it, beautifully written :o)
A story in here! Love it..
my monkey reads you well
And don't forget to aboard the Poetry Train every Monday mornings and thereafter to post your work!
ahhh a lovely read!
better clean than careful
lovely flow..
I'm glad that you explained that this is about David defeated. I reread it and saw it.
I appreciated David. It's hard to me that God calls him "a man after His own heart." He's so human and faulty; actually it gives me a lot of hope!
Please stop by if you get a chance!
http://myscatteredstones.blogspot.com/2010/09/magpie-tales-mag-33.html
Post a Comment