Jacob wrestled the angel…

Even if you don’t read the post below.  OH, PRESS PLAY:

Jacob wrestled the angel
…and the angel was overcome.

And yet, Jacob never wanted that fight.  He wanted to escape into the darkness.  In the end, he was forced to fight.  To confront the enemy.  But he would have preferred to run.  

Despite the outcome in his favor, I wonder, if given the chance to relive the moment, would he do it all again?

I don’t picture Jacob as a man terrorized by a challenge, but see him as a man afraid to engage with fear.  With himself.
Afraid to get close enough to the pain to climb on top and pin it down.

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain 
See it driving nails 
Into the souls on the tree of pain 

We all face moments of life-defining decisions that we must make while scared shitless.  Can we act with courage though we can’t recognize it in ourselves? 

To Bullet the Blue Sky destroys the pristine view.
And yet, we can not be brave unless we are afraid. 

 ~with (fearful) courageous love,  jrb

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails
Into the souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear
Running scared in the valley belowBullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel
And the angel was overcome
You plant a demon seed
You raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses
See the flames higher and higher

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

This guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
And he’s peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
You take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls you hear the city groan
Outside is America
Outside is America

Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain through a gaping wound
Pounding on the women and children
Who run
Into the arms
Of America

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