How the Mighty Have Fallen

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.