Friday, October 21, 2011

Because Even in Your Absence, I Feel You

This poem is dedicated to my father, Jacob Jamison.  May you forever rest, in peace.



Wrestling Angels

for Jacob

It is daybreak.
My heart now limps through here,
torn at the hip of your
absence.  Last night
I wrestled with the syllables
of your name.
To wrench them from my longing, a
battle I couldn’t win.  But you
blessed me.
If merely by knowing.  I am
your legacy, breathing, still
living and flourishing. 
I am your breath, your
impression and blood.
Your countenance smiles through me
like God.

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