How the mighty have fallen.
The moan of exhale in lament
Saul and Jonathan, these twins of David’s heart
King and brother; Foe and Lover
The shield of Saul anointed with oil no more
That shield planted between old and new
And now tears slow the king to his chamber?
Why mourn the loss of this first anointed?
The one who blocked the one to come?
David embedded in Saul’s life, a living temple of the God Who Had Chosen the other one
Never knew how strong the part he played
Saul and Jonathan, beloved and lovely
The departure leaves David alone with denouement
No other king’s shadows from which to come
How the mighty have fallen
Even in that mighty one singing lament
Even more than he knows.