David in the Garden

I watch David in the garden

He is pale and has looked better

Chips in misleading touch-ups

Faint truth, yet

A greater message lies in the cracks of cheap cement

For over his shoulder is a sling

On his mouth a smile

Rather the roses round him wilt and fade

Or should they rise triumphant

Pricking where should not be pricked

The smile remains, as does the sling

Shining from my garden

I watch a hopeful David

Naked but for his purpose

And roses