David & Jonathan: Covenant In The Field
A wandering lion,
no place of rest,
Out of its element,
seeks to devour.
At the end of an aisle of wheat
clothed in weave and twill,
a warrior stands, waiting
so David hid himself in the earth.
Under an aureate brocade,
baldachin of silver grain
thousands! tens of thousands!
faithful servant, hunted prey,
Two threads crossed
would not part—hesed,
bound without possession
a name means 'God has given,'
Silk and wool grow into kin
a quilt of stars and chaff,
a name means 'Beloved'
a covenant in the field.
ocean of typha latifolia,
night rushing through reeds
waves of eternal stars
To love one as your own soul,
so it is, yet is
not known,
The mystery of two strands
twisted in fate,
becoming a twine
threefold, divine,
what God has knit together
let nothing sunder—
only death,
not even death.
