Dreams

In dreams I remember feeling Him for the first time
I remember flashes of antlers through woods
And calls for me to come find Him
I ran as fast as I could in those dreams
Though I never could catch the fleet footed stag that beckoned me forward
I woke on countless mornings with aching legs as if I’d truly run after Him all night
In dreams I chased and begged for Him to just slow down
He didn’t
But in the mundane I found Him lurking
In shadows I found Him waiting
And every now and then in dreams I still chase after Him

Thanks for asking. ❤

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