The other evening a small group of us reflected on hunger and fasting for lent, and I wrote this piece about different hungers:



Hunger is drowning in a lake
surrounded by water,
yet still thirsting

Hunger is filling the void within
with the bad; abundant food that is all around

Hunger is looking in all the wrong places
over and over again

Hunger is being surrounded by people
yet feeling alone

Hunger is not caring for yourself
yet indulging the self

Hunger is having to know,
and forgetting to trust

Hunger is without gratitude
and eternally grasping

Hunger is a clenched fist
with white knuckles
and a palm hidden in the dark

Hunger is too much
and not enough