Église Notre-Dame-de-l’Assomption Surely Isaac must have held some kind of grudge?Perhaps that’s why he does not meet the weary gazeHis greying father shoots across the vaulted nave,Where the plaster peels, cracks, and fades. I would not judgeAnother’s taste in god, in spite of such demands –I was not there in Haran. Nor am I at…