Isaiah 50 on This Spy Wednesday
I am afraid to die
so deeply
that I don’t live.
I hide behind the color
of my skin, my peer group,
my identification or affiliation.
I cover insecurity
with feigned piety. I desire
to avenge and exact revenge.
You are not that way.
You set your face
like an immovable stone,
like flint,
whether to Jerusalem
or to the whip,
fist to the face,
or disgraceful spitting.
Like when you prayed
in the garden,
checked your will against his,
you flinched not a bit.
You know man’s substance
man’s righteous wrath
is little more than
a fuzzy snack for moths.
--T.A. Sukany 23 Mar 2021
I am afraid to die
so deeply
that I don’t live.
I hide behind the color
of my skin, my peer group,
my identification or affiliation.
I cover insecurity
with feigned piety. I desire
to avenge and exact revenge.
You are not that way.
You set your face
like an immovable stone,
like flint,
whether to Jerusalem
or to the whip,
fist to the face,
or disgraceful spitting.
Like when you prayed
in the garden,
checked your will against his,
you flinched not a bit.
You know man’s substance
man’s righteous wrath
is little more than
a fuzzy snack for moths.
--T.A. Sukany 23 Mar 2021