So I thought I would pull out some poetry from over a year ago. Enjoy!
-C.
Molding a King
by
Christy Fiskeaux
Years were spent in gentle verdant fields
The smallest and weakest usually aren’t wanted for more
Days and nights I spent with no face to behold
Save one. Twas He and I alone.
Things would always remain the same I thought
until the day I was told it was time to go
I was the one they were waiting and hoping would arrive
Yet, future events to me were a profound mystery
I found I was chosen with oil poured out
and was gifted a Spirit which before had remained unseen
I knew what would come but I was uncertain how
To be trained by the master Time, I knew was the best design
A day of death soon appeared on the scene
The pivotal point all depended on me
I killed the giant everyone feared
This victory for the rest of the nation then mirrored
Favor became a true friend to me
My song, my beauty, my sword were admired and loved
My eyes a mirror that held captive each eye
Backstage my name became great as was previously sworn
A friend with strong affection was gifted to me
An unseen immediate bond between souls was formed
Love deeper than waves came from the King’s son
He made a solemn pact with gifts and knew one day he’d rule with me
Yet before I could receive what I was chosen to have
I was forced to wander in dens and caves
running for my life with enemies every place I set my eyes
“You’ll never be king” the enemy lied
Temptation told me to take what was mine as the king slept
Yet, I knew I must wait and not light my own flames
I knew in proper time the kingship would appear
and then I would have what had been prophesied
The lion that hunted my life was removed by a greater hand
Yet, I only had part of what I was meant for
The city had to be taken before the rest could be claimed
A sapper I chose to become with explosives to nest
City walls were now as visible as wind
Receiving the kingdom I knew was at hand
The sword could finally be sheathed and war could now end
A great city was now my choicest treasure
Yet a king can not dwell in a city void of walls
The walls were rebuilt stronger than had been seen prior
What once was called Hebron I chose to call something new
It became “The City of the Beloved” after my name
A new city, a new king, a new era
Two parts had become one
The nation would never be the same
This king would lead them to a greater time
I am now known as a leader of men
War and I have deeply communed
I’ve seen the color of blood and men are intrigued
Yet a life of war is only dared lived out by those who yearn in hope for a day of peace
I am Beloved
I am the Chosen One
I am the Greatest of Warriors
I am the King
I am David
