The second poem I posted was called “Finding John Davidson.” It was inspired by Psalm 27. This one’s inspired by Psalm 27’s author, and his Author, and … well, I hope you enjoy it.
JOHN DAVIDSON INDEED standing over the body the shepherd turns and says to me a bigger giant’s coming but as the ominous music rises he grins and says no no that whole lion and bear thing? still applies the bigger they are and all that then he hands me his sling (he apparently has a spare because he’s got four more stones) and he grins again and hands me a pouch marked ‘special’ I open it and shake out a single diamond the size of a man’s hand without blemish and beyond Hope iridescent and flaming breathtaking and giving this can’t be right I protest what if I lose it? this should be behind glass and ropes and stern-faced men but as he runs to his next battle he says trust me his laughter pealing and surrounding oh just trust me you already got the king’s daughter so not without a degree of misgiving I lay the stone in its cradle all gold and blood and fire and like my muscles were made for this moment with eyes scanning the horizon I find myself beginning to twirl