Jacob’s Song

I had once, it seemed,
scaled a lofty peak
but slipped.
I fell on firm ground it seemed
‘till the sun’s warmth
revealed a muddy bog
beneath my feet. I ran quickly
hoping that the frozen ice
on which I’d built my hopes
would hold until I reached
a solid haven.
By God’s grace,
I lost the race
and fell yet further down.
I’ve fallen through yet once again
into a deeper place.
It seems for me that God is here ---
I need not climb for heaven.

By Mother Raphaela at Jacobs Well


http://www.jacwell.org/poetry/1997-WINTER-Mother-Raphaela.html