Bathsheba

Unfolding Light · Oct 21, 2026 · 1m

We don’t hear from you,

but I see you

gazing out the palace window.

Your silence roars.

David had his private little comeuppance

but you have had no hearing.

David’s punishment was the death of your child,

to add to your husband’s.

(Surely your grief sobered him.)

But have you had reparations,

or even a door for your grief?

Our beloved king, so brave and wise,

is also a monster. We sing his psalms

and repeat his transgression.

When the palace trumpets are still

there hangs the dark melody of your lament.

Bathsheba,

to you and your millions of sisters,

we confess. We all have…