stood up clear in the assumption of status,
Strong and unquestioning of himself and others,
Fully determined by the limits of his experience.
I have seen such a one among surgeons, sergeants,
Deans and giants, the power implicit,
Then there was
David, who made few assumptions,
Had little experience, but for more was ready,
Testing and trying this pebble or that pebble,
This giant or that giant,
He is not infrequent.
Goliath guess, with his many assumptions,
The force of the slung shot of the pure-hearted?
How could David fear, with his few hypotheses,
The power of status which is but two-footed?
So he shot and he shouted!
by Thomas W. Shapcott
From Portrait of Saul
Yes, but to remember
them for their love
is to remember them for their youth: Laughter,
not a covert whispering; the noise clatter
of playing field and bodies so alike they move
in a teamwork; do not suppose that what they give
each other is theirs to hold or withhold. Bitter
and old I watch how they embrace each other
free with the one gift I no longer have.
of David's harp are bars of a cage.
a sour taste corrodes through his sweet song.
I am afraid. The desires of a King
are comfortless: my Palace holds me hostage.
And, if I had him, what then could I, Saul,
Do but mortify, condemn, despoil?