Edward Waters         Bard of the Grey Wind

King David's Mind

[II Samuel 11.2]

By Edward Waters
(Copyright © 12 August 1992)


I think, perhaps, we do
       make our own torment in this life.
Time is replete
       victims of the cruelest pain
       who meet their fate
       or loss
       with faith and courage,
       even joy,
       stewards of the greatest gifts
       who can but whine
       and rage
       for what they lack.
Which fellowship is mine?
My blessings
       pass my skill to count.
My wealth surpasses gold.
My eyes have seen, my ears have heard, my soul has touched
       than most men can even dream.
And yet,
       not for the first time,
       I stand upon a precipice,
       my back turned toward the Heights,
       and gaze on things below
       which would destroy me.


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