Feed my
dwindling Spirit
that hungers for
the food that
only you
can provide
The pangs
of longing
cry out in the
depths of my soul
for your nourishing
presence
An unquenchable appetite
for the fruits
that bring growth
and peace
to my unearthly self
May I set aside
the morbid cries
of my flesh
Starving the life
and its insatiable existence
May I no longer listen
to the calling
that speaks past life
and former behaviors
that can only
diminish the spark of fire
in my soul
jlt
3/1/08
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