October 8, 2009

"You are my feast"

So much should have been food to me
But truth and beauty passed
I barely smelled them as they came to view:
A foolish, crippling, fast

The needy spirit within me
Awakening, cried to eat
And finally its longing
was what pulled me to my feet

I looked around for sustenance,
But at heart the truth I knew
All the action leaves me empty
I'm only satisfied by You.

1 comments:

Eunice said...

a feast to my soul...truly

Mom