The 22nd chapter of Genesis, imagined.
Silence fell over Abraham as he placed sticks on young Isaac’s back, “Not my boy, Lord— but your will…” Internal dialogue drifted off as he drank in beauty. The shine of his hair was excruciating. Abraham knows of God’s best. He gazed to the stars the night before so he wouldn’t forget. The mountain was waiting and the child asks, “Dad?” His father mutters that all we can do is trust.
In Abraham’s mind he wonders how painful the best may be. The old man lifts his eyes, and feels a holy pause. Breath catches. It won’t be this son. Giving a name to the pause, silence fell over Abraham.
The Lord Will Bear It.