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I See You Rise Each Day
20:08 Apr 01 2009
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Like the burden of carrying forward your name,

You wear the story of Isaac in the lines of your face

And the bowing of your back beneath the weight

you bear,

Materials to build the altar of your father's sacrifice.

You see no lamb.

I am Sarah, suddenly quiet, longing to sweep you into my arms,

Into a woman's hug,

Writing a new prophesy, the desire of my heart for your namesake -

"He WILL laugh."

I would wash for you the blood from each grain of desert sand

That might stain your sandals.

But that is not how the story goes,

And your throat is not mine to keep from the blade of your father's faith.

The story you wear is mine to read,

Mine to weep,

And mine to hope.