Do not work for the food that perishes,
but for the food that endures for eternal life
The mouth of my heart waters for junk food,
the greed of my hands grasp at nothings.
Whatever I think I’m hungry for
shifts, persists, but does not feed me.
My true hunger is not outward but inward.
Beloved, I am really only hungry for you.
My lips are always having affairs.
My lust is hunger for you—only in another’s flesh.
My greed is for your presence in possessions.
My pride, your love hidden in people’s opinions.
But the true food isn’t there.
It’s only in you.
Give me wisdom to question my desires,
and to open myself to the inward grace
I seek in the outward thing.
Deepen my hunger for you, Beloved,
and spread the feast
July 28, 2021