The wrestling match was a draw
until he barely touched my hip,
and I fell broken, or did I fall
from the moving ladder, jostled
from my place, or did I see I Was
wrestling with myself, an argument
about ascents and descents, one
with the other or both together.
The descents were more numerous;
the ascents more holy.
Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
I especially like this line: "the descents were more numerous".
I can relate! Thanks for sharing your gift for words with us, Glynn.
What a fantastic interpretation of Jacob wrestling with the angel of God, and a reminder of how we all wrestle with our thoughts and impulses from time to time.
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