Soul runs empty,
pants for bread,
craves attachment,
must be fed;
convention’s trough
won’t satisfy –
O Christmas Son,
will you supply?
Born and laid
in manger hay,
feed our souls
this Christmas Day.
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Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
I have always been an emotional eater. It’s a disorder and brings dis-order to my life. This poem spoke so deeply to me. No food is going to fill that gap, but there is Bread for my Soul. Thank you. May I refer others via link to this poem in my blog?
This is manna for my soul, Melody! Yesterday Christmas “stuff” was grating on my nerves. My daughter felt it too and said that her favorite Christmas decoration is the manger scene she made with her dad last week. This blessed me so much to know that she can still hear the true meaning above all the clatter…
Blessings ~ Wendy
Smart girl…she must have a smart Mama!
Ah, perhaps it’s the Papa who has the smarts? 😉
Maybe a lovely combo pack of both? 🙂
You are too kind! But I do think she’s lovely…
Beautiful.
Thanks Judy!
“O Christmas Son”–I LOVE this, Melody!!
The truth of this child in a feeding trough hit me like a brick yesterday after contemplating this empty feeder – what an exciting moment, to learn afresh another of the mysterious layers of grace!
I think you and I are in the same place, Melody–it’s just mind-blowing.
Lovely to receive the real Christmas spirit.
There is so much to muddy the waters and get us off track, isn’t there?
This beautiful poem and photo draw me right to Him! Thank you , Melody!
Yay!! 🙂 Thanks Debbie!