Soul Runs Empty

empty bird feeder

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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15 comments on “Soul Runs Empty

  1. tinamhunt says:

    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?

  2. 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

  3. Caddo Veil says:

    “O Christmas Son”–I LOVE this, Melody!!

    • melodylowes says:

      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!

  4. Gallivanta says:

    Lovely to receive the real Christmas spirit.

  5. Debbie says:

    This beautiful poem and photo draw me right to Him! Thank you , Melody!

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