To Comfort the Soul

The Mag #243

"Truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is."

~ Nadine Gordiner

I have always longed for a great love
 to comfort my soul.
 One that would nourish
 every need inside and out.
 Inspire the best and with grace
 make the worst disappear.
  A devotion that would
 cradle like a soft crocheted sock
 and protect my very stance
 from the greatest of stumbling.
 Yet, in my search what I have truly found is

 that the only one that can fulfill
 these needs within my soul is God,
and in my foolishness I reach out to man,
again and again at no avail.
It is in the hard fall
that I find the comfort of God.

Feast of the Moon

 

 

 

 

"As far as the Moon is concerned, he is always full." ~Terri Guillemets

It Was A Beautiful Sloppy Mess

It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, 1979, by Francesca Woodman

The Mag #137

"Truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is."  ~Nadine Gordimer

When I was a child

 I spooned life in

like banana pudding

never caring how much

spilled on my hands and face.

I took in all the answers

like a hungry lover

longing for her love's

next embrace.

My quest for truth and meaning

was enduring

yet clumsy

 with an awkward flair

I chewed up all my questions

with my mouth wide open

and crumbs wild in my hair.

Yet somewhere between

life's wonderful lunches

 and disappointment's feast

I lost my unkept hunger

and grew fat on complacency

learning to be discreet.