After Genesis 22:1-14 and Hebrews
11:17-19
After my name is
called
I drop the
knife, hearing
the clatter on
the stones
and the ram bleating
in its crown of
thorns
I fall to my
knees,
weeping, and
reach
to the boy’s
arm,
grasping
it as the sob
breaks
from my throat.
I hear the sob
from the stone
1 comment:
The crown of thorns...never caught that before...wow. Love this poem.
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