lenten journal: altar


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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