David The Beloved Poem by Mark Heathcote

Whatever olive branch is offered,
David is left with doubts as to whom
he should choose. Oh, how he has suffered?
If he was visited by angels-
a dove—he'd wonder which to entomb,
which to exhume—which one was all plume,
feathers and costume. This David would-
dream of unearthly visitations,
be left nothing but apparitions
ghostly emanations before his eyes.
Lifetime's worth of superstitions
hoping one day, he'll catch his mortal prize.



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Whatever olive branch is offered,
David is left with doubts as to whom
he should choose. Oh, how he has suffered?
If he-was-visited by angels a dove
a woodcock pigeon—he'd wonder which to entomb,
which to exhume—which one was all artificial plume,
feathers and costume. This David would-
dream of unearthly visitations,
be left nothing but apparitions
ghostly emanations before his eyes.
A lifetime's worth of superstitions
hoping one day, he'll catch his mortal prize.
David the beloved wasn't a man at all
he was something much, much more
And only God came to hear his unrequited call.
Whatever olive branch is offered,
David is left with doubts as to whom
he should choose. But oh how this time-
he'd made up his unwavering mind
and fell in love with you, and your eternal spell.
And his mortal prize so much more.
Oh, now David is left with no doubts as to whom
hear and answered his call.
No more than if he was visited, by angels a dove
a woodcock pigeon, David the beloved
wants for no one, nothing more.