Photograph by Stacy Sweeney St. Simons Island, GA


Abraham, I AM
the boy and the ram
in times past there were only three
and they all agreed to a plan
I listen as they talk
the only way to take it all in is to go for a long walk
sandlewood scents reach the edge of camp
sand still feels warm under crescent lit lamps
tribal tents pitch gently in the distance
columns of smoke roll up the summit
there must be another way to save
innocent climbs upon his grave
the bold-face of his delivery would seem to paralyze
I’m repeatedly let off the hook
I bleed into everything – Isaac, Isaac
they delay no longer
praise God for the ram and for the Lamb      Genesis 22:13, John 1:29

~ §tacy §weeney

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