There’s no denying I like things easy —
Words when they tumble out like a thunderstorm squeezed through a gutter.
Words when they line up like soldiers, awaiting orders.
Words when they say, “I love you.”
There’s no denying I like things shiny —
The kindness flowing from my heart toward all humanity when I like my clothes.
The holiness of a clean bathroom, folded laundry, and a bright white wall.
The godliness of well-tuned guitars and good acoustics.
There’s no denying I like things simple —
But Jacob wrestled with the angel in the dirt until morning
and even if he limped forever after that night,
even if he never got his questions answered,
even if he fell and tripped and bled over and over,
he wrestled, saw God, and lived.
There’s no denying I’d like a name that sounds something like that.