Year 4

September 14, 2017

Away – away from home, inheritance,
from kith and kin, and to another place,
was Abram called (beyond a circumstance,
necessity, or making sense) by faith.

What countless sands would he have had to pass;
What countless nights in deserts! Looking down,
would he have seen the grains, as countless as
the streams of silver lights shone on the ground.

But dear, oh dear, he was not there alone!
Of course his loving wife was by his side.
His nephew too! And yet there was a Stone
To whom they went, yet in them He did hide!

For grains became his body – yes, the bread –
and streams of light, the wine for us he bled.

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