Hungry

I am hungry. 

Hungry to squeeze the truth,

the beauty, and 

the goodness

out of life. 

Hungry

to pick out every seed 

and morsel,

life a juicy and overripe

pomegranate begging

for me 

to unravel it. 

I am hungry 

for a deeper love,

for a drink 

of living water that will satisfy  

my aching,

restless

heart.

I am hungry

for freedom,

for the grace and the ability 

to just be. 

I am hungry

to be

Me,

whatever that means,

whoever that is. 

I am hungry  

for Heaven,

for the manna

that will last 

more than a moment. 

How long must I fast? 

I am hungry

for the bridegroom 

to return

to fill my open,

empty

hands with His presence.

I am hungry

for Abundant Life,

for joy that never ends,

for justice,

for peace, 

for eternity.