Saturday, June 14, 2008

A Psalm by Saul

The door opens and it is David
always David

laughing, careless,
white and red
.

David!

But the women sing his myriads
and shower him with unearned love
and the spirit of the Lord
whispers on his shoulder.


Once it was I who heard that Voice,
thin and certain,
my madness most divine.

But the L-rd of course

prefers the perfect.


And David? Where is my David?

Let him come and fill
my head

with psalms instead of ravings,

beautiful rose-red David

with the crystal eyes.

But he ducks away and then is gone.


Turn away. And tear away my mantle-scrap

like the promise of redemption.


Let me forget what is to come.


1 comment:

Miri said...

so sad! Shaul is by far the saddest character in the Tanach.