Feast of The Soul

[evewholies]

for Blessed Kateri Tekakwitha

Meager appearance on this land fall

Fealty aside the prodigal call

A yearning that most would grasp

Tis the shadow of baited love to last

Not to purge but gorge oneself the tall

Vocation to feast upon the souls

That feed the union yet pay the toll

For the prodigal failures

Not one but all

A need to seek and love both large and small

Is to feed the soul to completion and to

Defeat the darkest reason