this morning...
I awoke this morning, hungry.
Not for food to sate my ravenous appetites,
but for the bread of life which feeds the soul.
I awoke this morning, thirsty.
Not for a cool drink and temporary relief,
but for the living water, from the deep
springs of eternal life.
I awoke this morning, regretting.
Not the day, and whatever evil or good it may bring,
but for all the days spent in useless hunger and thirst.
© 2016 Richard Keith Carlton
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