l'amour est doux

Wake me up from this winter. I've spent far too much time living in cold and hunger. You've seen me fumble in this dark tundra with numb fingers grasping at scraps with my brothers and sisters. We long for something that satisfies longer than these bits of food we find. Still the ache doesn't go away and our souls grumble with hunger.

This wearying hunger has made my eyes go dark. I can't see the difference between food and poison.

Patiently you call above the roar of the wind as you see me pathetically struggling so near to your haven.... whatever pain you have i take as mine if you'll let me love you

Now I see everything is rooted in this. If only I would have turned toward you earlier. There's no past, there's only this moment. Laying motionless in this place I smell the spices of your table. Cardamom, ginger, cinnamon.... I give myself over, as I let go, you carry me to your table. Only there will I be satisfied. Only there can I know its meaning.

Why do we continue feasting on scraps when His banquet is freely given to us?