d.6 – Isaac and the Ram
Genesis 22.1 – 14
A small group of
travelers on a mission of faith jarring,
Abraham, Isaac, two
young men, a burdened ass,
Word Made Flesh their
commander, companion, nothing barring;
Step by step into
Moriah, the dusty path crossed loyalty’s morass.
A group of men never
walk without lively talk occurring.
“Been here before?
Look at that rock formation over there.”
“My son, you are God’s
promised joy.” Said Abraham reassuring;
“Father, I see the
fire, the knife, where’s the lamb most fair?”
Anguished, alert,
following another of God’s demands,
Abraham claimed
Spirit’s constant care, Creator’s blessing.
“Watch my son, don’t
drop the wood, along the path’s sands.”
“Word Made Flesh will
provide our need, waste not reassessing.”
Sacrifice requires
detachment for it takes a life.
Process simple,
direct, as stacking of the wood;
Abraham for nine
decades had survived all strife.
He bound his promised
heir as stout cords could.
Tears streaming, son
curious but trusting, neck lay back.
Knife poised, Abraham
ever awake, heard the angel’s voice.
“Faithful servant,
stay your hand, you no obedience lack.
Look behind you, in
that thicket and rejoice.”
Unbinding Isaac,
Abraham took the cords to the ram.
Calming the anxious
gift, they bound him tight.
Upon the wood they
laid the regal male, symbol of “I Am”.
Word Made Flesh
smiled as son, father saw grace’s light.
Can life as you know
it bring drama such as this?
In this moment have
you an offering to bring?
Bring up your eyes,
unstop your ears, miss not Creator’s bliss.
All will be provided
to meet each need, of this we sing.
The Rev. Ronald Allen Melver, M.Div.
6 December
2013
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