Walking with a limp

I walk with a limp,

because of what I have done,

and what others have done to me.

I have wrestled with God,

not face to face
as Jacob did,

but from time to time
over the years.

I have wrestled with
the aching questions,

the need to comprehend

myself and others
more than I do.

I have wrestled with God
about my frailty,

and He knows the depths of it.

I have wrestled with
wanting more than I now see,

something of the supernatural
that seems beyond my reach,

but is evidently there.

I wrestle for a while,

and then let go,

and walk away
consumed by my own lack.

I walk with a limp,

but I still choose to walk.