One of the stranger stories of the Bible is about Jacob wrestling with an angel. With almost no explanation of the why’s and how’s, Genesis 32:24-32 informs us that this patriarch spent all night wrestling with an angel, saying, “I will not let you go until you bless me.” He made that declaration even after the angel had touched the socket of his hip, perhaps putting it out of joint. In the end, Jacob got the blessing, though ever after that, he walked with a limp. I had that story in mind when I wrote this poem.
How to Wrestle Your Angel
Take time to ponder last thought at night first in the morning squeeze it into a busy day at odd moments but don't let it go Close the door to meditate to read, to write Go for slow walks through streets and paths and into the wild camera receiving holy moments Then mine the images for meaning, for poetry
Get a good night's sleep Lie down with prayer for dreams then tussle with the dream till it gives up a blessing Make art, make music Dance like no one's watching (because no one is) Be unflinching in seeing yourself Be awestruck in seeing God everywhere you look Travel in good company Be grateful for sweet pilgrim friends The blessing and the limp will come one day at a time
by Celeste Boudreaux, March 2019
What is the blessing you seek in your life? What is it that will bring you a sense of abundance, inspiration and satisfaction in the most ultimate senses? What can you do to press in, to chase after, to wrestle for that blessing? And what price are you willing to pay for it?
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