We wrestle wildly,
watching winds.
We fluff our
feathers, flap our fins,
And number woes –
God only knows
We fail to find
when joy begins.
When wonder waits
with every stride,
Why do we dare to
be denied?
What vision vies
To catch our eyes,
While we whirl on,
fit to be tied?
and [Jacob] said,
'I will not let Thee go, except Thou bless me.
'I will not let Thee go, except Thou bless me.
(Genesis 32:26, KJV)
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Jacob Wrestling with the Angel of God
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Beautiful imagery and message here, Linda! Love the poem and the scripture to go along with it. Writer’s Mark
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