The Call of David

Slender youth but strong,

Red hair swaying with his shepherds

songs. Red curls dancing to his

newest Psalm.

Sandals worn but strong

Leading sheep from Jesses care

Jesses thoughts are far from him.

Winter and summer long,

staff in hand and lyre near,

teaching sheep how not to fear

Showing sheep dead lions beard;

the smell of myrrh was hanging near.

For, Samuel had come,

Calling all the brothers near

finding not the promise there:

David then was called

Leaving the bears carcass there,

Like a lamb he drew near

The Oil on him was poured,

Old Prophets eyes were shining clear

Saying “men are not as they appear”.

Pt.2- Temptation

The devil lays a softer ground under weary feet
A gently sloping path that leads nimbly to defeat

What arrows fly by day and night against our resolutions! 

We grow weary in the tired night looking for solutions.

Heaven sets the strength of men to work in vain affliction,

alone the hurting hands did die that purchased our redemption. 

Single died the carpenter on a callous cross

Abandoned by His God, stricken and abused

Familiar with the wrenching cry of “Father where are You?”

I know that if I die with Him, I shall be raised again

I cling to words un-perishing, promises undimmed.

When my flesh assails me, and the world pretend my friend

When the devil ails me: I see the Heaven Sent!

Alone in dry places, thirsty and enhungered

Pressed into the reddish sand, the yellow sun aflame

He refused the Kingdoms, He refused the bread

He refused the Glory, and chose me instead! 

Pt 1- The Rub

If I'm too tired to spin the wheel the wheel will go unspun;
friends come near and eat their fill,

yet hungers move them on.

 What Gethsemanes we all must face, 

we all must face alone: 
No hand to hold
No hug to have 
No heart to beat in sync, 
The cup we drink the Cross we bear, 

squeeze tears into ink:

and on the dry scrolls of our lives

trials sketch a tin-type

and we like monks pour over them,

 yearning for some insight.

Alas we find the Rosetta

Is Eternal Perspective

and so our lives

Remain exposed

 yet no clearer or uncertain.

To walk by faith is a lonely road,

narrow and constrained

He who tells you otherwise

 Is busy selling something...