on becoming isaac

Come with me to a place, just North of the human race,
where love means more than indulging mere passion.
Of course one asks, how can it be,
that to withhold is to give more freely?

We are guided beyond our knowing,
by God's Grace, covertly flowing.
Will you agree to trust in Me,
so that you can stretch beyond your need?

There are many rooms of trust
in a House whose expanse is boundless.
Our steps are guided by graces
interlocking, yet divergent.

Always... Always we defer,
with abandon, to oblation,
... but to hope in finding,
a ram in the thicket.