Your seeds were sown for others,
but I will take your crumbs –
I seek something, anything, to fill this cavernous pit.
One smile is feast, one glance food for thought
for filling full the months of famine.
Cursed I am, to desire your mite,
atomic particles of comfort worn thin,
scraps of bone and sinew to gnaw
against this insatiable hunger.
Dare I for true Bread,
whose fortunes fed on fickle?
distended belly blunders on
in the shadow of the Manna…
How often I have gorged myself on what will never satisfy, when the Bread of Heaven is readily available!
The picture looks like a bouquet of snow flowers!
Isn’t it pretty? It’s dill without the dill seed – winter make-over style!
Oh boy, have I been there!! This is good, Melody–God bless you today.
I’m pretty sure we’ve ALL been there, at one point or another. Thank you Caddo – your presence is uplifting always!
Confession: even “now”, I’m sometimes tempted to go for the quick and sensual fix. Not often, but sometimes–so I’m newly grateful that there is now no condemnation… Walking in grace, I am!
Oooh, I so love that no condemnation bit. I have a hard time getting it through my head strainer to my heart at times!
It was one scripture I latched onto, early in my walk–it was probably all that kept me going some days. And now it’s like a joyful “grace” accessory to other truths I’ve learned–does that make sense?
A wonderful, beautifying accessory!! 🙂
Brilliant expansive breadth of truth!
That’s quite a mouthful! 🙂 Thank you…
Thank you so much for how you share His grace and goodness with us, through your poems. You help us to not draw back, but come closer to the Manna.God bless you!
Thank you Debbie! 🙂