King David Playing the Harp
Enraptured with the sky - and the gracious initiation of all things beautiful. His eyes tilted upward with a faithful reflection of light - and the spaces of thoughts, words and numbers. The gentle fingers are posed as birds upon twigs - as the glory of saplings shining in the sunlight. Trust and faith - encapsulated throughout the ages - and spanning the centuries - with the same fires of love and mercy.
Upon his head, a holy cloth. The colors are emergent shades of brown - and earthy spots of grandeur. A cloth of cosmic rays - encircled by heavenly lights - and graceful shadows. A diamond of silver waters - in the sprinkling of light and rain.
The dancing of a frozen hand. The glancing of a graceful heart. The words of flowers and the perfection of music. The sound of radiance and the gusting of the wind.
The royal red - like the frozen desert sand. The desert sand with the most beauteous sound - a sound of beatific glory - as the dashing sand in the wind of holy love. The sunlight stammers - with its victorious crown - amidst the sandy red desert - and the invocations of wonder. The royal red - is a cloth of fine silk - and a tapestry of palm trees - in the sun that shall set in the hallows of the river.
And also the little moon - of perfect red and blue - is sinking in the hallows of the river - and is entrusted with true love as with the starlight. His little fingers - encrusted with silver - are enraptured with the music - and the gusty sound of love. A holy spring of oil - is beneath his gentle feet - and the sound of his music is the sunlight upon the earth.
