If, when I first awaken,
I lie immobile,
my thoughts a tiptoe,
my breath a prayer,
I may surprise morning
as it grooms itself with
that soft petal tongue.
If I’m oh, so quiet, I
may snag it by a foot before
it leaps out of reach,
may seize it beneath its
shoulders, its fur
soft on my palms
as I lift it,
its heft a dangling promise
that I will sing.
As Jacob started on his way again, angels of God came to meet him. When Jacob saw them, he exclaimed, “This is God’s camp!” . . .
Jacob stayed where he was for the night . . . spent that night in the camp . . .
During the night Jacob got up and took his two wives, his two servant wives, and his eleven sons and crossed the Jabbok River with them. After taking them to the other side, he sent over all his possessions.
This left Jacob all alone in the camp, and a man came and wrestled with him until the dawn began to break. When the man saw that he would not win the match, he touched Jacob’s hip and wrenched it out of its socket. Then the man said, “Let me go, for the dawn is breaking!”
But Jacob said, “I will not let you go unless you bless me.”
From Genesis 32
“Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.”
And in an eggshell, posts from earlier this week:
How rivers get moody.
Methow River under a thunderhead.
Manna with seeds.
“They ate the food of angels! God gave them all they could hold.”
Dependable as sunrise.
“Yes, I have loved you with an everlasting love . . . with lovingkindness I have drawn you.”
Eye to eye.
“If it is possible, so far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Do not take revenge, my friends . . .”
Edge of the World.
(Sulphide Glacier, Mt. Shuksan, WA)
“For he looks to the ends of the earth and sees everything under the heavens.”
Blessings, friends. I’m glad you’re here.
Watching Nature, Seeing Life: Through His Creation, God Speaks