Train For Goliath

Six cubits and a span high from Gath Bronze brazened head, legs and arm-rest Jacket plates heavier than heavyweight A spear standing firmly like a free pillar He stands fiercely between now and there His breath blows strong shivers through each spine His words makes bones rattle and faces hide. He spits on everything you once thought true. It seems the end already at the very start. How does one surpass such impossibility? Where does one turn with such narrow close? Sit and sleep seems the best freedom ‘mong none. Biting your naked nails won’t make Gath bow. Learn to fix your eyes on the better view: The God-thus-far against the Gath-of-now. A little peek out then your fears become real. It takes more than a sling to stand over him. It takes strength drawn from the lion and bear. It takes the growing intimacy of yesteryears. It takes bold shouts and a race towards Goliath.