Monday, June 21, 2010

Blessed Are Those

Rolls relentlessly,
Roaming the heart,
Seeking the sustenance
That satisfies.

Scorches the spirit
Torments the tongue,
Seeking the waters
That quench.

There is no food, no drink
In this fallen world
That quiets the rumbling,
That fills the cup.

O may I ne'er cease
To hunger
To thirst
To spend my days seeking
The righteousness
Of God.

Matthew 5:6

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