Standing on the shoulders of giants, oh my heart, oh my heart,
Breaking thunder storms eclipsing the lapsing wrathful recriminations,
Accusations festering amidst the allegations rendered within complaints.
Wrestling God, wrestling angels, wrestling man, wrestling myself,
Tussling on a riverbank, announcing a name, demanding a name in return.
No name blesses within an assumed defeat of knowing.
The story within a mystery, within generations, within the Word.

“Let me go, for the day is breaking.” But Jacob said, “I will not let you go, unless you bless me.” And he said to him, “What is your name?” And he said, “Jacob.” Then he said, “Your name shall no more be called Jacob, but Israel, for you have striven with God and with men, and have prevailed.” Then Jacob asked him, “Tell me, I pray, your name.” But he said, “Why is it that you ask my name?” And there he blessed him. –Genesis chapter 32