After 2 Samuel 1:17-27
The wind breathes,
and the flower’s petals
fall and turn brown,
withering into dust.
The mighty one
the king who persecuted
and sought the death
of the anointed one,
the king lies fallen
on the field,
the battle over,
his final battle fought.
The king lies fallen,
dead, uncelebrated,
and so the anointed one
sounds his lament,
his song of sadness
and grief for the fallen
shield, the king lying
dead. He celebrates
his life, he mourns
his death, paying him
the honor he was due.
Photograph by Margaret Polinder via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Sunday Readings
Homebound – poem by Jeffrey Essmann at Society of Classical Poets.
A Song of Joy in a Moment of Sadness: A Friend of C.S. Lewis Goes Home – Joseph Pearce at The Imaginative Conservative.
Change – poem by Jody Collins at Poetry & Made Things.
Our godless era is dead – Paul Kingsnorth at UnHerd.
1 comment:
A great example of David's sense of honor and goodness.
Blessings, Glynn!
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