Who says he fights fair?

Jacob wrestled with God
So says the scripture
I find it instructive
He did not box
I remember sixth grade
That scrawny boy I was
Wrestled a boy much bigger
A bully
Afraid - I knew
In a fair fight I was doomed
My strategy was to get in close - and fast
Avoid a fist fight and
Execute a leg lock
Squeeze hard and hold on
Lately, God and I have been circling
Like wary boxers we are
Fancy footwork, lots of motion
I have yet to land even one blow
This is no fair fight and
We both know it
In this ring I am outnumbered
He barely fights one
While I always fight two
On some days
Staggered and stumbling
Limping from the angel's touch
I begin the calculation
Of time remaining till this round's end
And if I am desperate
It is time for the bull's rush
Charge in close
And risk the grip
A touch that can mean
Either life
Or death

dg

7/9/11

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