What I have decided, at least for now, is that I’m not afraid of the struggle. Jacob’s struggle with the man (or angel?) is my struggle. I’m not letting go. I’m holding on for the blessing. Blessing

But what is wrestling

if not an embrace? It’s too dark to know
you have the same face

Over their caravan, a banner emblazoned with the words of their father: That we may live and not die.