David
Pick up the stones given unto you
And throw them
Despite the size of your enemy
Stand fast, and launch the slings of resistance,
which announce the hurtling birth of another day
like a projectile.
Despite the people you will lose, and drive away
Love boundlessly, without regrets
and never quiet your heart.
Despite the children you will lose,
care for the young and let them
surpass you.
Despite your faith, which like the many modalities of god
will weave in and out of your life,
wavering under the challenge of a rare & difficult truth,
believe, and commit yourself
as a single part of a revolutionary motion,
letting this idea of God be your international.
Despite the sword that will never leave your house,
live honestly, and dwarf
your once Goliath flaws and fears.
Despite the many mistakes you will make, David
pick up your harp
and sing.
