Inspired by Paolo Veronese’s masterpiece
Abraham simply can’t wait any longer:
His heavy heart thunderously thumps
Deep down inside his big broad chest,
And his body trembles with terror.
He hesitates as if he is hopelessly lost,
As if wandering in a wasteland of worry,
Yet when he closes his weary eyes,
He finds God’s gift of faith in his heart.
Little Isaac gazes upward towards the sky,
Wondering why the clouds are so grey,
He completely trusts his good father,
And knows not his own impending doom.
Abraham’s hopeful hand grips the knife,
Then very slowly, and ever so silently,
He raises its bloodless blade in the air,
Preparing for the swift stroke of death.
But an angel in white stops him and
Abraham’s body crumbles to the ground,
Like fallen fragments of unleavened bread,
And Divine Mercy warmly smiles upon him.