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.