Isaac’s Kindling

I’ve carried them many years
Bundled on my back
Like Isaac’s kindling
But not for sacrifice
No, not for burning.

Over arduous miles
I’ve carried them
Bent beneath their weight
Thinking myself strong
For refusing to lay them down.

Laced upon my heart
I’ve borne them
Dedicated to the struggle
A warrior-poet
Trusting for a worthy cross.

I’ve carried them all my life
Believing God saw
Approved of my strength
Hoping for mercy
Equal to their weight.

Isaac’s kindling
Seeking an altar
A sweet-smelling savor
But not for sacrifice
No, not for burning.