faces, hipbones and names

genesis 32:22-32

I don’t want you to win,
to take your leave of me.
I want my socket to slip,
to ride loose because you
could not rid yourself of me.

I want to speak with
such insistence that holds you
to me till you name that
which not even I can see.

And when the sun shines down
my path will be marked, not nice
and neat, but by one who limps.

And those who follow will know
that a life wrestled is a
life changed
a life that has seen the Face
is a life spared.