Poem March 6, 1978 Issue

If I had been Abraham

Margaret Tsuda

that fearful day,
what would I have thought,
what prayed,
loading firewood upon the lad—
upon my only son?
With sacrificial knife unsheathed
could I have serenely answered him,
"My son,
God will provide himself
a lamb for a burnt offering,"
with steadfast trust
it would be so?

Are we not summoned many times
to let go some dear thing
(although not with knife/fire)
mayhap as precious as an only child
but like as not some comfort
cherished long, although outgrown?
Do we
with heart of swelling prayer—
humbly yielding all to God—
hasten upward to His mount?
When we do, we hear
on that high summit the word of Love
and, like Abraham,
learn one sweet lesson more!

Margaret Tsuda

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