Good King (David Sings Before Saul)
can you hear my voice sound?
can you hear my strings resound?
witness your dominion
all directions your eye sees is yours for keeping
garret borders, all your land is alive
We tend our piece we have been given
piled gold on gold in the treasury provision
surely goodness will be yours for all days
How your voice wields power
a single word shall rend men to asunder
may laurels ever grace your brow
Even the trees fly peaceful flags
and we cower underneath and shake like blue flame
grey cloud would hold in spirit
and bid you to stay cold
So to rage at the night
and hide yourself in dark,
Save us wreathed in sheepskin
against an burdening time
where my strings to swerve
your darkening sigh.
I weep for my country
I sing for my king
Born under the hammer
shudder at the breezes and contemplate the seasons
O Good king
will your anger abed?
If we concede that every person is blessed with gifts, with a role, then they are duty bound to use those talents. One man is a King, another a shepherd. My role as a musician or poet then, if I am indeed gifted with song and words, I have no choice but to sing and create. The artist is blessed with insight and critique. The stepping up of militarism in our world is more than disconcerting, a problem far beyond my limited reach to correct. Perhaps it is not my place to make the decisions, the functioning of the country is not mine, but rather to sing my heart and hope beyond hope that it gets heard. David sings before Saul.
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