did you ever weary of the giants —

when those around you,
meant to be allies,
threw up their hands in resignation,
when they laughed at your tenacity,
when they abandoned you on the field?
now
when it’s too soon over
we admire your courage
(or naivety)
and mourn your broken heart.
confused
we pray for your peace
and sit quietly
with folded hands
waiting
waiting
waiting
for the next David.
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