Jacob
Conflict, Resolution, Peace:
A three way hourglass,
The way of the world.
Or so Mother said.
Be good, brush your teeth,
Be polite, say your prayers,
Make yourself a chia idol.
Regular blessing will feed rich greens.
No promise made—stack the deck.
Tell a lie or tell a dozen.
Anything to steal a blessing,
Anything to mold some hope.
A thumb slips, potshards crumble,
Prosperous life poised for disaster.
Facing an enemy, confronting a stranger—
Crisis: a bitter, hoar-frost struggle.
Pinned men—one broken, one given.
The gentle agony of a broken life
Matches metered pain of a broken hip.
No sweat bough but sweat of God
No prayer to utter but…
“I won’t let go until you bless me.”
Israel
About the Creator
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