(A poem read in the synagogue on the second day of Rosh HaShanah, the day that the story of the binding of Isaac is read, see Genesis 22:1-19)
Tekiah and Teruah sound
Burning into the souls of the people
Stirring their hearts to repentance.
So they say.
But why does God not also hear the sound of my bleating?
I left my flock
Lost my way
And now I’ve lost my freedom.
My horns are caught in a bramble tangle
And I can’t get free.
God stays the hand of the shepherd Abraham.
Good for Isaac
But not for me.
I will be slaughtered and burned.
Abraham demonstrating submission to God’s will
With an olah
And expiating sin.
Yet I am the one submitting
And I too am part of God’s creation.
Peace doesn’t come from violence
Abraham could go to the mountain
Trade his knife for a ploughshare
And let God rejoice in the goodness of the earth