Hungry as we are
For hope
For peace
For rest
We gnaw on the bones
Of fears
Of hurts
Of doubts
And neglect the feast
That awaits us
In breath
In truth
In now
Hungry as we are
For hope
For peace
For rest
We gnaw on the bones
Of fears
Of hurts
Of doubts
And neglect the feast
That awaits us
In breath
In truth
In now
We return,
eventually,
to what we love
and find solace
in the heartache
and bliss
we have found
in creating