The Effrontery in Black
Life is so very important, a potent
inhale and exhale; even in the womb;
and who is he who dares to take life…
Who walked on the Galileean sea?
Whose feet felt the deep’s waters,
but stayed atop the rambunctious waves?
After all, who created the sea and
its boundaries? We say His name,
even when we breathe in and out.
So who dares to take out what He
has created - the effrontery in black.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
the conscientious martyrs -
those who hold up the Word of God,
not the coward’s knife, gun, or hate.
Blood mixed with tears on the cross.
*He was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace
was on Him* - you know His name.
This was peace made between
God and man; peace that riles up
all of hell. Some embrace this peace.
If you remember anyone’s name,
the martyr, likewise, would have
you recall the name of Jesus Christ.
The martyr closed his eyes and
opened them up to the one who gives life.
*from Holy Bible, book of Isaiah chapter 53
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