Hunger

Just found this today from the site "Speaking My Truth" - the poems there are magnificent, but this one caught at the heart.

To read the rest, go to http://apoetman.blogspot.co.uk/

Hunger

Somehow I have to make sure that each day

I am Hungry,

that there's room inside of me for another presence.

When I am filled with

my own opinions, ideas, righteousness, superiority, or sufficiency,

I am a world unto myself and there is no room for "another."

When I can empty myself,

create a vacuum within me,

God fills it,

for God, as nature, abhors a vacuum.

Despite Church attempts to define who is and who is not worthy

to receive communion,

the only ticket or true prerequisite for coming to Eucharist is

Hunger.

And most often, sinners like me

are hungrier than the "saints" who would exclude us.