The Way

The sun shone in its full strength as

he gathered his flock near the alter his father had built.

It was the day he came alone for the first time

his faith flowering in the cool of the day.

 

The first born of his new flock

the first yearling, white, unblemished

the first birth among the sheep that were fully his.

Many years he worked his father’s herd,

paid in lambs, a flock his own,

delivered to him now come of age.

 

He led them to the pasture to feed

Brought them down to the river to drink.

He slept near them.

He spoke and they knew his voice.

Yahweh had shone kindness to him,

Elohim had given him abundance.

 

He said the prayer taught to him,

that his father had said every Rest-day.

He took up the flint knife,

Laid hands on the head of the young sheep

transferred sins

 

He plunged the knife in and made quick work of the offering

spread the sacrifice upon the alter

lit the pile upon the fire wood

 

The flesh consumed in smoke

Rising

The young man’s psalm heard sweetly upon the wind

 

The angel stood watching, proud

guarding

 

The flaming sword blocking the gate

There in “the way” the young man sacrificed as close

as he could, to the tree of life

Abel relished the work of Yahweh and praised his name

 

The Lord beheld and was pleased

 

A little way off, his brother stood

watching

angry

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