WHEN I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all the day.
And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;
And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.
I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.
--Robert Louis Stevenson, 1913
Here's a youtube my friend Phillip sent along called The Theology of the Cross and Walking With a Limp. Like Jacob when he wrestled with the angel, we are going to acquire a limp. Still, we keep walking.
And sometimes--we get to lie in bed and read.