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god stalks, as if you were hunted

06.17.17 Posted in today's words by

Erin Wilson lives and writes in Massey, Ontario.

god stalks, as if you were hunted
By Erin Wilson

the first print,
a wolf print,
and i love it
like a father.
and then a deer,
perhaps doe,
and i love it
like a mother.
and then
the tiny paw print
two sizes my thumb,
plus claws,
and i want to
pick it up and kiss it
like a jelly bean,
or as a child
might kiss a jelly bean
just before he eats it.

and then, as i stand
in a wide open space
loving this world
so hard
my guts ache,
a chickadee plucks itself
from the rushes
and rushes my face,
his wings sounding like
the power of a bear
rushing me,
only quickened
and made smaller.
can one say one loves a chickadee
and precisely
as one loves god?
i try to withstand
his advancing power
but can not.
i flinch,
close my eyes,
and flinch again.

2 Responses to “god stalks, as if you were hunted”

  1. Charlene james says:

    Wonderful combination of images and questioning attitude from beginning to end

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