"Then God said, "Take your son, your only son Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah.
Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about." (Genesis 22:2).

Ask Not

 My mother was ninety when I came from her womb,
 But I ask not.
 There is some secret imbedded in their hearts,
 But I ask not.
 I have heard them whispering by the fire at night,
 And I have watched father speak when there is no one in sight.
 God is with us, I know, but there is something more-
Something I wish father had told me before.
 I don't understand, is this the end of my life?
 Does father actually want to hurt me with that knife?
 I want to yell,
But I yell not.
 I want to cry,
But I cry not.
 I do not struggle, for something above,
 Fills me with courage, compassion, and love.
 Suddenly my father looks up at the sky
 And drops his knife,
 But I don't ask why.


   September 22, 2002