• Gary Hunter

Tag - June 4, 2021

For this seeker of Truth

it was always a game of tag


God’s breath on my ear

a Holy jab to this soul’s ribs

or Him tickling my intuition awake


then a turn and chase into

mental fog then spotting

and losing Him in a mirrored forest

then finding Him out alone

in an open field of awareness

and with the next step

of my spiritual foot


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