and listen to the silence pass over you.
paint the blood upon the doorpost.
did it spatter across your dress?
did it stain the sand beneath your feet?
does its smell make you worry
or empower your faith?
blood? upon the doorpost?
what kind of salvation is this?
no swords?
no bows or arrows?
no armor?
no secret operations or assassinations?
we aren't making war?!
just 'paint the blood upon the doorpost', he says!
"paint the blood upon the doorpost;
you have nothing else to fear.
feast upon the sacrifice;
remember my great name.
"paint the blood upon the doorpost;
watch and be still.
my light to you is warmth,
to others, mighty steel.
"i, the LORD, shall save you.
i will pass over your homes.
your first child, i'll not take,
because i'll give you mine."
paint the blood upon the doorpost.
did you watch it dry?
did you watch it dry and stain
these wooden gates
where death was not allowed to enter?
death could have entered!-
death could have stolen your breath,
removed your heart
and stunned your eyes
making you as limp as the newborn lamb you could have chosen not to sacrifice!
for you are death's.
but YHWH took you back.
YHWH gave you life.
YHWH shunned death from you, though it did not seem right.
paint the blood upon the doorpost
and I will recognize you.
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| J. M. W. Turner's The Tenth Plague |
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