The Companion – Kevin Hart

I posted this poem before Easter, but it certainly seems to echo some of Jacob’s story, wrestling in the dark until morning and the life which ensued.

There is a man who will not let me sleep,
each night he comes and trembles by my side;
he cannot be touched yet wind disturbs his hair,
he cannot touch yet his shadow covers me.

Each night he comes and trembles by my side,
I reach towards him and he fades like day.
He cannot touch yet his shadow covers me,
I hide within myself and he draws close.

I reach towards him and he fades likes day,
I hear him though he does not speak a word.
I hide within myself and he draws close
and stretches out both arms as if in pain.

I hear him though he does not speak a word,
the sound of something breathing, wind in the trees.
He stretches out both arms as if in pain,
‘I come to wound you and to heal the wound’.

– Kevin Hart