Isaac’s Tears

Isaac cries.

His son is sick in bed.

His son does not know that his father watches,

But indeed, Isaac does. 

His son mourns softly into the night,

Whimpers and gasps for air. 

His head pulsates and brain implodes. 

Isaac holds back his own tears. 

Isaac's son is dying.

Live to see the morning light?

He will not. 

His own soul to take shall he. 

Isaac extends his hand to his son. 

His son spits and curses.

Then of a sudden, change his heart.

He begs of Isaac, ramblings thus.

But it's too late, his soul departs.

His heart beats, all the same. 

His heart loved him more than Him,

And he more than He.

-Owen M. Whiting