* King David Pray for me
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+------------------The King Of Hebron's Trumpet; Absalom's Words to the Men of Hebron Before Blowing His Trumpet and Usurping David's Throne
I don’t remember when I first
came into possession of this desire-
for opulent coronation, me ensconced
on a bejeweled throne, the glitz of
amethysts at my feet, my head
bowed as smiling maidens lay on it
a golden crown of absolute authority
(the very breath of God),
all priests and seers lost in inspired
Levitical thought smiling to themselves,
and whilst
adoring Israelite throngs lionize
the anointed in a courtyard-
but it has utterly engulfed me. A third son
to be King, the very notion a solar
Eclipse, it is the moon of my desperation
interposing the earth and sun
of society’s prescribed social conventions
of man’s dictated Fate, unabashed in
its demands for a change of course,
for the earth to spin oppositely,
for momentary blindness of the misguided
and poorly Shepherded masses of
erstwhile Chosen People in order to
jar them from stupor,
for the world to change.
It isn’t so much war that I seek,
but a balancing. I want to reestablish
order in entropy, forge Paradise
out of the crucible of Judah’s corruption,
my heart as
a shining silver blade welded on
a hilt of crystal, the smoke of
justice rising into the heavens
from its glowing orange tip,
but if bleeding is necessary
bleeding is necessary - I am armed.
Men of Hebron, when I close
my eyes at night I don’t see beautiful
women…..(at least initially),
but virtue standing before me,
its right hand raised to is
forehead saluting, then giving
a tacit nod as to what actions
should necessarily follow my dreams
upon waking. Then
…the beautiful woman I see
is my sister Tamar, attempting to
be stoic, yet unable to restrain
her streaming tears, pleading with me:
“Absalom remember me
on your throne.” A request,
sadly, that her derelict father
David couldn’t honor.
(Turning a blind eye to his daughter’s rapist)
-------2 Samuel 18:33
The king was shaken. He went up to the room over the gateway and wept. As he went, he said: "O my son Absalom! My son, my son Absalom! If only I had died instead of you--O Absalom, my son, my son!"
In the course of time, Absalom provided himself with a chariot and horses and with fifty men to run ahead of him. He would get up early and stand by the side of the road leading to the city gate. Whenever anyone came with a complaint to be placed before the king for a decision, Absalom would call out to him, "What town are you from?" He would answer, "Your servant is from one of the tribes of Israel." Then Absalom would say to him, "Look, your claims are valid and proper, but there is no representative of the king to hear you." And Absalom would add, "If only I were appointed judge in the land! Then everyone who has a complaint or case could come to me and I would see that he gets justice." Also, whenever anyone approached him to bow down before him, Absalom would reach out his hand, take hold of him and kiss him. Absalom behaved in this way toward all the Israelites who came to the king asking for justice, and so he stole the hearts of the men of Israel. At the end of four years, Absalom said to the king, "Let me go to Hebron and fulfill a vow I made to the LORD. While your servant was living at Geshur in Aram, I made this vow: 'If the LORD takes me back to Jerusalem, I will worship the LORD in Hebron. ' "The king said to him, "Go in peace." So he went to Hebron. Then Absalom sent secret messengers throughout the tribes of Israel to say, "As soon as you hear the sound of the trumpets, then say, 'Absalom is king in Hebron.' "
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