Friday, October 14, 2016

After the voice

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,
it as the sob breaks
from my throat.

I hear the sob
from the stone

Photograph by Circe Denyer via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

1 comment:

Jerry said...

The crown of thorns...never caught that Love this poem.