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.
