• lenten journal: altar

    by  • March 24, 2014 • faith, grace, lenten journal, poetry • 0 Comments

    I have walked with a limp all day21o3FPThhoL
    my ankle bandaged, cane in hand,
    no great story — I sprained it with

    one simple step off of a crumpled
    concrete sidewalk; the same ankle
    I turned twice carrying our sick dog

    down the stairs a few years ago,
    and then again missing the last
    marble steps our on first afternoon

    in Florence. I crossed the grocery
    store parking lot tonight thinking
    about Jacob wrestling the angel

    grasping for grace, crying for love,
    and learning to walk wounded like
    everyone from Penuel to the Piedmont;

    I have wrestled mostly with myself
    and stumbled in both fear and faith . . .
    this is just the wound that shows






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