Stands so still as thousands pass him by <br />Naked, young, and handsome <br />With eye fixed on goal and <br />Every muscle tuned to achievement <br /> <br />Task greater than his years <br />Courage than his fears <br />Humble, trustful in proud stance <br />And though the crowds press all <br />Around, there is in him no inkling <br />Of side glance <br /> <br />What did his heart contain <br />When giant mocked, and all <br />Assembled folk did strain to see, <br />Celebrate this lad’s victory <br />Giant’s sad bereavement. <br /> <br />Could he have known then <br />The battles still to wage <br />With armies and with self. <br />This naked body that would <br />Dance for God before the Ark <br /> <br />Lie down in Uriah’s bed, shed his blood <br />Then humbled by a prophet’s word <br />Plead for mercy from all strife <br />To lead Israel like a mighty sage <br /> <br />What thought or sentiment <br />Lies hidden in this young man’s breast? <br />And in those who stand, admire, and <br />simply wonder? Encased in marble <br />stillness. Could we ever know?<br /><br />Midifo Yearns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-boy-david/
