Grateful

I’m born full,

but how quickly the bits

and pieces slip away.

The world empties

and I am left searching

for something to replace

the missing.

Somewhere inside

I remember,

as in a dream

a time when I was sated,

complete, known.

Now I’m a mystery.

Honeycombed and fragile,

I pray without knowing

if faith is enough.

But in truth

the Giver of what I need,

veiled by my own hand,

waits willingly and patiently

to feed my hunger

and quench my thirst.

My life is a constant balancing.

Just as I trip and empty

He fills me again and I am left grateful

for blessings from an

unfailing river of LOVE.