David was just a lad.
A typical last born,
Eager to grow up
Earnest in his pursuits
Awkward in his steps.
His veins ran quick
With the blood of a warrior
Something inescapable within him
Seemed to always draw him to battle,
Yet he found himself running errands
For those that actually engaged in them.
Instead of a spear
He left home on that fateful day
Carrying food for his military brothers,
Knowing this was as close to the action
As he could get.
Yet on this unlikely path,
David, like most of us,
Had no idea he was walking right
Into the crosshairs of destiny.
He began that day
With bread in his hands
And ended it clenching