Abraham
“Daddy, I’m afraid.
It’s dark outside.
The jackal is wailing.”
“Do not worry, son.
It’s a light.
For my fear the jackal
is wailing.
Since the night further
we’ll be all the time
outside.
Go out of the pavilion
like of the past.
And firmly
to stay in a sound.
Chest to chest
and flesh to
flesh.
In front of the stone.
And with the knife.
God
tries Himself out.
Before to send you
as Life
to Life.
Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2011
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