I set about
Wrestling with an Angel
Figured, if Jacob could,
Then why not me.
Bone after bone
I let him crush,
Till I could not
Bear to stand.
Lying broken
On the cold hard ground,
I hope for the blessing
But dare not believe
That it is any longer
A guarantee.
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Whoa! This is so good.
Thanks, love. Thought of it while driving. Very appropriate for life right now.
It really is. Nothing’s guaranteed, that’s what I’ve learned.