³Dear father,

your knife on my neck is closer than Yahweh,

⁴closer than my trembling breath beneath your arms that

pin me down.

⁵Your arms were once towers where I sought refuge.

⁶Now, they craft my ending 

with the certainty they had as we began this altar.

⁷I believed your promise that Yahweh would provide,

but you have made me the lamb at his direction.

⁸What God is this–

who gives you a new name yet gives me

bruises and raw skin from your loyalty to him?

⁹At this moment of my death, your blade is cool against my throat.

¹⁰What are you waiting for?

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