The Wrestle

By David Tensen Printed here with permission.

I found you
beyond
the ‘why’.

Far from
the ‘why not’.

Worlds from
the ‘why me’.

You held a space for me
beyond answers
to questions
my pain had
as if you knew
information was
never
going
to
heal
or resolve
or fix
my suffering.

Instead,
you agreed to wrestle
through many nights.
Never letting go.
Always with me
just like you promised.

Refusing to surrender
I eventually realized
that wrestling with God
was not a crime.
That I was, in fact,
being held.
Being healed.
Being transformed by finding
you beyond answers.
Being blessed
by holding on to you
in my doubt and frustration
and never letting go.

And you never let go.
And you overcame me in the end.
And we both won.

‘The Wrestle’
by David Tensen
Aug ‘19

This poem appears in the book of the same name. Get it here

https://davidtensen.com/are-we-suffering-with-collective-moral-trauma/

Gen 32:22-29