Looking Out

Jacob Wrestles with the Angel

I dare not face my brother in the morning,

I dare not look upon the things I’ve done,

Dare does not ignore a nightmare’s dreadful warning,

Dare not endure the rising of the sun.

My family, my goods, are sent before me, I cannot sleep on this strange river shore, I have betrayed the son of one who bore me,

And my own soul rejects me to the core. But in the desert darkness one has found me, embracing me, He will not let me go,

Nor will I let Him go, whose arms surround me,

Until he tells me all I need to know,

And blesses me where daybreak stakes it’s claim,

With love that wounds and heals; and with His name. –

by Malcolm Guite

Deborah Yun