He watches
through tears
that will not
stop
his son
drift
away
His hand
shakes so
much
knife held
high
above his
son
lying
bound
His heart
breaks
holding
the torn
robe
stained with
blood
his son
gone
He watches
love pierced
hearing
anguish
abandon
his son
alone . . .
There is
no greater
love
a Father’s
painful
release of
son to
what might be.
Father’s
faith . . .
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