God of the Broken, God of the Whole

The sun rose above him as he passed Peniel, and he was limping because of his hip.

Genesis 32:31


A song for Father Jacob:


I know a little possum,

Pedro is his name.

I cannot help but notice

That one back leg is lame.


Still, he strolls his promised land—

Edge of our back yard.

He limps along serenely

As if it isn’t hard.


My husband sees him often

Patrolling after dark.

Too late for me—I’m dreaming.

But he catches at my heart.


Some would say our Christian faith

Might be better named.

Pedro might agree

That custom tends to tame.


We’re called to be a little wild

While to Creator tuned

As day and night we limp along

The sacred Way of the Wound.