Saturday, March 8, 2014

Wounded Hunter

by Catharine Otto

I felt like a hunter
Having been almost mortally wounded,
Now having the inflicting prey in my sights ,
And being told, “Hold, Hold,
Don’t fire--
For this person who is acting your enemy
Is really your heart’s desire.
He is too blind
To see the blood coming out your side,
But if you wound him now
He will surely die.”
It was either the voice of an angel speaking words of truth,
Or the devil speaking lies,
But I listened.

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