Poem: Melchizedek

Or: How did Abram’s Ram Get Caught in the Thicket to Begin?

Climbing Mount Moriah

Looking for lost ram, his friend.

He fears him to be caught somewhere

In thicket or in briar, Shem.

Running low on wine and bread,

It’s late, to go home time instead.

It maybe that the Lord had need

Or caught there by some lion’s greed.

That unholy sacrifice be brought to end

Making this the Holy Land.

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