“Go up, Abraham, without a lamb.
Take your son, your only one.
Build me an alter, (do not falter).
Kill your boy, your greatest joy.”
Reaching for the knife- to end a life.
No sound heard, but then… a word!
“Stop now, Abraham! Look up: a ram!
In the thorns, caught by the horns.
Slay it instead. Blood must be shed.
It is done. Blessing will come.”