To slow down,
to halt,
to cease,
to Sabbath.

I talk of you as a dream,
only to encounter your nightmare.
In you I find all I have been running from.
The frantic move of the herd,
still unaware of our predator.

But when we cease,
we are caught.

What do the eyes of my beast look like?

For it is in the wrestling
that Jacob received
his new name,
and his limp.

Will Forsythe

Will serves as the senior minister at All Souls Church of Boulder, Colorado, and also as a spiritual director with Anam Cara Ministries. In his free time, Will can be found fly-fishing, wrestling his two kids, trying to make sourdough, or drinking coffee that is too expensive but tastes so good.

One Comment

  • John Kleinheksel says:

    Resting in an wrestling with. Good tandem there Will. Thank you.
    When we don’t let go, the Beast clings tightly as well. New destiny. New hope. New name. A way forward.
    Well, we need all of that during this transition from one era to the next. Hanging on and being hung on to. Thank you, good Lord.

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