Sunday, July 31, 2011

It*s in the wrestling

How many times have you wrestled with God at night, in the dark?  Sent all your companions on ahead, waited for a good word, a new turn of events come daylight?  So much, I think, is to be found in the wrestling, not especially the outcome.  I think God comes to meet us in the wrestling, wrestling which we can only do by ourselves.  In that wrestling comes the possibility of blessing.

Send everyone on ahead
Across the river.
You
Wait alone at night
In the dark
Wait in the dark
You
Hope for a good word brought back
Hope for the enemy,
Once brother,
Appeased.

Instead the stranger comes
In the dark
At night
The stranger comes
Wrestles your life to the ground
Pinned,
Lost and won and lost
Hip-checked, wounded
You
Blessed in the dark
Named and nameless
Both.

You
Send everyone else on ahead
Hope for life
Then
Hope for life again.
Pinned to the ground
Wrestle the dark strange nameless one
You
Pinned to the ground
Hip-checked.
Off-balance.
L   mp.
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Hope.

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