November 11, 2005

11th Hour, 11th Day, 11th Month

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 straps,
And builded parapets the 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.

Wilfrid Owen

Posted by Linkmeister at November 11, 2005 12:01 AM | TrackBack

Posted by: Lizzy at November 11, 2005 07:02 AM

Owen is of his time and timeless as well. Thanks.

Posted by: the Heretik at November 11, 2005 05:07 PM

Dude, you're killin' me. (somewhat pun intended).

BTW, when's the best month to visit HI?

Posted by: shelley at November 11, 2005 06:12 PM

Heretik, I can't help but wonder what the radical fundamentalists would say about Owen distorting the story of Abraham that way.

Shelley, it's never a bad time. ;)

Posted by: Linkmeister at November 11, 2005 07:34 PM