“Get Thee Down to Egypt” contemporary figurative art
The words come shaking out of my throat like I am standing in front of a million people. I do not recognize the sound of my own voice:
Get thee down to Egypt and tell Pharaoh his arrogance is an outrage. He puffs himself up as the Lord’s anointed, and the bleating sheep follow. Would the Lord need this many lies to do anything? Tell Saul his days are numbered.
I look at the words I have written and decide that it is insane. I start to tear it up, but it comes again.
Get thee down to Egypt.
There is only a little of the jolt of the first time, but it is enough that I don’t tear it up.