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 unsheathedcould I have serenely answered him,"My son,God will provide himselfa lamb for a burnt offering,"with steadfast trustit would be so?

Are we not summoned many timesto let go some dear thing(although not with knife/fire)mayhap as precious as an only childbut like as not some comfortcherished long, although outgrown?Do wewith heart of swelling prayer—humbly yielding all to God—hasten upward to His mount?When we do, we hearon that high summit the word of Loveand, like Abraham,learn one sweet lesson more!

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