I often think about
the Nicodemus and Jesus encounter that happened
a certain night;
I imagine all the possible dialogues conversed
that may not have been penned…
I then think of another such encounter -
the one that Jacob had at Peniel
on a dark night;
all the words exchanged; the curses and grunts
uttered in that duel…
Nic and Jac -
two men wrestling with the divine
in the dark night of the soul;
their hips of certitude broken and disjointed;
their walk forever marked with a redemptive, awe-full limp.