Jacob wrestling with God.
Common concept.
But maybe we get it wrong.
Do we see the trembling fiber, in arm and thigh,
as in one who has too long held
a heavy child?
The sweat drip, the unending night.
No sleep.
I do not try to conjure thought of sport.
Think of the man who sold all possessions
for a field and pearl.
He would have wrestled the man of God for blessing.
We have chosen ease.
Faith-become-ultimatum,
If the dollars do not sum
the difference between have and need,
do not call me your messenger.
Too costly.
A forever drooping limb would be too much reminder
of my weakness.
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