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Topic: Hunger (11/08/04)
By DeAnna Brooks
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It was she who had been Hunger’s champion when first it breathed forth life. While it shadowed her steps in those days when Eden had been her home. When there had still been that chance to starve it into nothingness once again. But instead, she had fed it – thought by thought. Making it her companion. Marking its ways.
She had listened to its voice ‘til, not satisfied with Eden, she hungered after a throne never intended for clay. And joining herself with the Hungerer, she reached out, grasping to fill herself. And Eden vanished.
A life time had passed until the stain now marring the soil before her spread closer to her feet. And she knew she should have marked hunger’s signs when first they found fertile soil in her own son’s soul. But her heart had not wanted to acknowledge its presence. Had not wanted to see that the Hungerer had followed her here. So she had turned aside her eyes, until now, there was no turning.
She stood looking at the soil, still moist, and knew a hunger ‘reborn’...hunger she thought would consume her soul.
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“Precious Bread of Heaven, You who feast upon every word of the Father, who know hunger and the Hungerer well, teach me Your heart. Your food is to do the will of Your Father. I was born, oh, so hungry, Lord! And I will be filled. Guard me from the Hungerer. Let me not fill myself up with forbidden fruit. Satisfy my hunger with Yourself!”
© DeAnna Brooks
9 November 2004