Wrestling

[whatever]

Jacob grappled by the Jabbok in the night

Filled with doubts and howling whys and interrogation lies

No submission to the angels in his head

 

Do you also lie awake and ask God why

Why are floods and droughts reversed and why does coffee taste so good

Why there are no answers in the back of that black book

 

Do you live between the question and the mark

Do your eyes see in the dark, does your face resent the mask

‘Cos there’s no time between the future and the past

 

Do you see the puzzle pieces do not fit

Do you pull your stomach in, grin and bear the heels that pinch

Knowing God is love and made a place called hell

 

Do you hug that angel fiercely through the night

Dislocate your devious mind, calling this a limp of faith

Do you surrender but keep wrestling for your life

Do you?