Sacrificial Lamb

In the days of blood offerings, I sacrificed my soul on the altar of un-worthiness. The ultimate sacrifice, as my soul was the treasure, the gem, the only vitality I had to offer.

I didn’t die, and I didn’t kill my soul though I came close enough for singeing. Sacrifice was meant to bring one closer to their god. I offered up my hopeless life, searching for peace and pardon, and have been granted both (and more). Like Isaac, I am grateful my life was spared. No one walks away from such a gift and squanders it.

LBM 1/14/2020

Sheep kisses