Nourishing the Spirit

Based in part on Matthew 5:6:

A Return To The Shire -Feast On the Glenn

Nourishing the Spirit
by Michael Doyle

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst
Putting the ways of righteousness first
Sustained as these are in their every day
Effected as we are; moving out of our own way

The path of life cuts between abandoned marsh
As we carry on best we can moving in our march
Endured as it is in an almost ceaseless race
We grab for our bit of something to embrace

Our bodies give us warning in our final miles
The things that make you sigh and yet smile
The guzzled slurp that brings our satisfaction
As we settle into the dopamine of our action

So it is also with those righteously tried
In the marathon we call life, yet satisfied
Approached as it is equally in dread and satisfaction
We earnestly seek our betterment and self actualization

Walking with Jesus on this faithful journey
The fullness of God's kingdom is our destiny
The passing things serve as metaphors of order
As we push up against the edge of Heaven's border

The feelings gnaw at me that it is not just a whim
That time is but a trick and has little to do with Him
The waxing and the waning of our rhythmic biology
Hinting at the tugs on the shirt sleeves of theology

Our hungers are always mixed and changing
With every small bite they are constantly rearranging
And so it is with God's Word in it's revealed mystery
We clutch our stomachs in hunger for God's divinity

Whispering a sacred amen hushed in our conventionality
This providing the needed space for our frail humanity
God gives His precious love without any condemnation
Given as it is and was in the sacrifice that gave redemption

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst
Putting the ways of righteousness first
Sustained as these are in their every day
Effected as we are; moving out of our own way

(c) May 14, 2020  Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved

Lakeside - Hunger For the Ocean's Spray

 

 

 

 

About alohapromisesforever

Writer, poet, musician, surfer, father of two princesses.
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