Jacob wrestled God
left with a limp
and who counts the cost?
Maybe forgiveness can’t be rushed
and journeys have holding rooms.
To rise above requires time below.
Holding hands with discomfort
burning and squirming
becoming a bedfellow to chaos.
Rising takes wrestling.
Wrestling builds strength.
Climbing costs our pride
as finger holds, shaking toes
save lives and find new purpose.
Visible scars create new topography
while invisible tangle heart strings.
The path to forgiveness is for those who choose
to wrestle God.