And Jacob sware by the fear of his father Isaac.
Sharp trauma must have lingered on for good
in Isaac’s silent dazed humanity
halted by heaven; trembling laid on wood
too young to question father’s sanity.
Was it a light thing? To be thus withstood
by Jehovah’s awful benignity…
Faltering further up life’s mountain, would
he carry the damage with dignity?
This just might explain the forty-year wait –
meditating on the ram, on his fate.
The paralyzing laughter of his name
even after life unveiled in his tents.
A certain hesitation does make sense
in the son laid out on unkindled flame.
This is terrific! Isaac has always puzzled me. Did this experience, the knife raised over his head, create an uncomfortable dissonance? When I read about him in Genesis, he seems like a caretaker, nothing like either Abraham or Jacob. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for reading, WB.
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