Feed me, Word of life.
I don’t mean to sound demanding –
So much to think about
Yet nothing too
All these little lives
Need filled right up
By You who has compassion
Who leads beside springs of water* Is. 49:10
Otherwise we’d be left alone
To salvage and scrabble
In all this wide world
For some semblance of satiation
To at least fill these bellies
(Never mind nourish)
From all the shiny garbage heap-
So utterly much on the surface
But stinking underneath
‘Cause that’s the thing about all
These many amusements:
All’s little more than a smoke screen distraction
Belying the true nature of life, of meaning, of real, of good.
So, Lord, please free the captives from all these many (false) warriors
Your plunder retrieved from the fierce.
Contend with all these many false gods
And please save these children.
May all mankind know that You, Lord,
Are THE Savior.
And in the meantime,
Thank You for (nourishing) crumbs
That constantly – consistently –
Keep the path blessedly illuminated
With constant promise of fullness and expectation.