Must it always be a 
wrestling match – 
of wits 
of muscle 
of control? 
Why not a cup of tea 
steaming hot – 
with love 
acceptance 
and wisdom? 
Could it be that I am 
the one blocked – 
by pride 
selfishness 
and deceit? 
Oh Lord, my God, I pray 
to let go – 
of me 
and make room 
for Your Way. 


*With thanks for Jordan Peterson’s insights in We Who Wrestle With God, p. xxxi