Sunday, September 30, 2007

Restless Hearts

We are like vultures,
searching for that which,
though dead,
would feed us.

We fill our stomachs
full of empty sweetness
that seems to satisfy.

That which we hunger for,
that which would feed us
is You and You alone.

You gave us yourself.
Your death, given for us,
is made alive again
to nourish and strengthen us
to give us life
for the journey--
to remain with us
until the end
of time.

1 comment:

Joyful Catholics said...

This reminds me of my thoughts that I expressed in this latest poem. Bless you.

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