Hungry- part 1
Breadcrumbs
All he had for a week
The small growl in the stomach
Now a gnawing force
Threatening to cripple
Up ahead a crowd
Full of angst and discontentment
An air of religious pride permeates
We have not done bad,
Not perfect but well.
Pondering if he should continue
If it would make any difference at all
God was distant isn't he
The most religious enters only once
Anyway
He was different from the past
Where the sea and river would open for us to cross
Muffling a laugh
Those stories sounded like fables
Of a bygone era
Of a God who had given up on them,
If He cared in the first place ever at all
But then again
His brow tightened
What if...
His mum used to tell him
A groan could reach the throne
What if just by being there
God would care?
All he had for a week
The small growl in the stomach
Now a gnawing force
Threatening to cripple
Up ahead a crowd
Full of angst and discontentment
An air of religious pride permeates
We have not done bad,
Not perfect but well.
Pondering if he should continue
If it would make any difference at all
God was distant isn't he
The most religious enters only once
Anyway
He was different from the past
Where the sea and river would open for us to cross
Muffling a laugh
Those stories sounded like fables
Of a bygone era
Of a God who had given up on them,
If He cared in the first place ever at all
But then again
His brow tightened
What if...
His mum used to tell him
A groan could reach the throne
What if just by being there
God would care?