The Parable Of The Old Man And The Young

So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and strops,
And builded parapets and trenches there,
And stretched forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him. Behold,
A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns;
Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him.

But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.

by Wilfred Owen

Comments (3)

Very nicely done, with feeling and structure and an understanding of how language and being human converge to form a poem like this. S x
Wow! I love this GW, you conveyed so eloquently how we can all get wrapped up in words and still not see the true meaning of what we are trying to say. Beautifully done. HG: -) xx
That is fantastic very deep how do we put our feelings down how do we show others. many times we feel as though we lack the skill to say how we really feel. To express our selfs to others to make them understand. A note a letter now a text makes it easy we don't have to explain. we can hide all our feelings just show the smallest amount. then hide away stay safe.