The angel to Abraham
+ + +Abraham, Abraham, you are old and cannot hear:what if you miss my small voice amongst the creakingof your own grief, kill your son unknowingof what he will be, and commit Israel to nothing?
+Abraham, you must know or hope that Godwill not allow your son to die; you must knowthat this is a test, but then whyare you so bent on Isaac’s destruction?Look at your eyes; there is more than fearthere. I see in your eyes desperation,a manic passion to do right by your Godwhom you are not able to see or know.
+Am I too late? I will try to stayyour old hands, the knife clenchedwithin them, intent on ending life.
+Will you hear my small voice amongst the creaking,or will it be the chance bleating of a passing ram?
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