A Ram Crowned with Thorns

A Ram Crowned with Thorns

Ol’ Abe trudged up.
Trudged up the mount
With the steps you take
When God wants it back.

It was justice really,
Knife-piercing justice.
Give up your gods
And what do you lack?

Is a son a god?
He raised the blade.
He’d waited, long.

Obedience colored black.

Behold, a voice.
A reflection on the blade.
A ram crowned with thorns.
God cuts him slack.

Back down the mount.
A father, a son

Turn cartwheels.
No turning back.

Crown of Thorns

Ram in a Thicket

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