Everybody's Got a Hungry Heart

Everybody needs a place to rest
Everybody wants to have a home
Don't make no difference what nobody says
Aint nobody like to be alone

Everybodys got a hungry heart... 

- Bruce Springsteen

 

Like crumbs in the fairy tale woods

when the trail goes dead and misty

and our eyes grow owl wide with fear

you drop flakes of guidance

you conjure loaves of mercy surprising

and keep us on the wandering  wayfarer way.

It is our hungry hearts

that growl and groan and writhe,

lonely and starving for you,

our companion, our bread breaker,

and this, your manna flakes fine, ethereal,

your quail, meaty, succulent,

and words of assured presence walking aside

is the food our famished souls

cried out to you for

and our full stomachs knew

and chanted up to our thickening heads:

yes, indeed, here too is the holy.