A throne found in a shepherd's heart

A lover of nature, David often mused over the phenomenal beauty of creation and it was how spurred him to put words to express the abstracts. Because lacking of social skill, David was kind of strange in his behavior too. There were occasions, where David would converse with his flock. This was how he treats his flock everyday like his very own, without showing a record of bias. He even named every sheep. This was how he cared for them, and nursed them when any one of them was sick or injured. David would even risk his own life in search for one lost sheep that has wandered astray. Even in the most difficult circumstances, David would carry his sheep down the meandering slope of the hill if needed. Such eccentricity was unusual in a well to do family. He was, in a way, the odd one in the family. Even his elder brothers were disgusted with the atypical scent and furs he brought into the house. They often broke into fits of laughter when belittled him, "the boy with the sheep smell". But it did not matter to David how others think of him. His sheep were still his best friends. He has special relationship with them. They would only succumb to the familiar voice of their faithful and caring shepherd, and therein lies the heart of a great leader.

There were other facets of David’s life that others did not know. While others had business savvy, David’s native skills were unquestionable rare. He was a raw and rugged warrior. The undulating mountainous range and the fertile soils padding the hill slopes provide the best stage for hunting game. David often catapults himself this hobby that during the summer season. A week ago, David caught a wild boar just with his bare hands. He struggled to bring it home but such feat did not impress Jessie, who was more interested in the money-making business. The poor boy was often sidelined, and as a result David was a boy of solitude.

But David has a beautiful life. In his heart lies an innate fountain of dynamic creativity and vibrant passions. A songwriter at a tender age, he loved the music also, and played the harp quite eloquently. He was spontaneous, impromptu, and full of feelings. His anomalies made him unique, which distanced him from his family even friends.

Then one day while busy tendering his flock, David heard his name called from afar. It caught his attention. Quickly he turned towards the spot where the voice came from.

"David! David!… hey David, …". A faint voice heard from a distance.

A small distant figure was coming towards where David was. Immediately David recognized it was his father’s servant.

"What would have happened?", the frowning David asked himself.

It is exceptionally unusual for anyone to bother young David while he is on duty. Surely something has loom large.

When Jessie’s servant arrived, he dropped himself leisurely on the ground, and paused

a while, while wiping off the sweats on his brows and cheek.

"Hey David, your father is looking for you…". He continued while gasping for breath, obviously tired from the uphill journey.

"Boy, how in the world do you do this everyday?". The servant inquired.

"You’ll get used to it when you like the job.", David answered back.

"So what’s up..", David asked with a puzzling expression.