Sticks and Stones

For poetry contest

Sticks and stones

Isaacs name it meant God laughs
Embarking on atonement quest
Abraham his father called by God
To offer faith up a mountain he trod

The sticks he gathered for Isaac to hold
Reminders of discipline in days of old
Up the stone filled hill with doubts
What was birthing this son all about

He climbs the stony face with his son
Fighting back tears no where to run
To the top of the mountain a fire to build
Isaac no wiser, on an altar God's will?

To raise a knife Abraham knows no better
Ready to strike till the angel cried unfetter
A ram in a thicket would take his sons place
It was a greeting of God with a smile on his face

Reminding us of future redeeming plan
The giving of his son for redemption of all man
Sticks and Stones may break your bone
But names will never hurt you.

Always remember God has the first and last laugh