Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Firsthand Knowledge

I am firsthand knowledge
of the powerless power of prayer.
Don’t tell me the answer was no;
there is no no for the begging
I begged.

I am firsthand knowledge
of don’t you dare teach me a lesson
on my sons. Don’t tell me there is a reason
for your no reason could ever be
reason enough.

I am firsthand knowledge
of holding nothing back. Don’t tell me
I held back, that I did not strap them
to the altar, watch their jugulars pulse,
raise my knife.

You spared Abraham the loss
of his son. Why not me mine?



Punchnel's - May 2, 2012

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