Poems from the 12-Hour Couplets Contest: The Task, Liv Ross
Liv is an urban monk, a poet, a storyteller, and a student of Christian spirituality. When she’s not writing, Liv practices gardening, pipe-smoking, leather-working, and mischief.
The Task
While all creation held its breath,
The young man’s hitched inside his chest.
The knife raised up. The old man’s hand
Stopped at its zenith, shaking and
After a prayer, he let it fall
While listening for some new call.
No god worth following would ask
Of him this vile and senseless task.
Better to keep the gods of home
Than with a faithless god to roam.
‘I thought you different,’
Abram prayed,
Then turned to find the ram arrayed.
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