Feed Me

There is a hunger ceasing not though worlds unite in philanthropic ventures with a zeal to please both cynic and the credulous who travel down the lanes of roads and streets of poverty, assuring mendicants of their response. It is not enough. Faint-hearted, I am unaware of all the sumptuous tapestries depicting the largesse that surely must abound--they mean nothing for my need. I have tasted of the riches of the earth and from the reaches of the universe beyond and still I search, and altogether restlessly. Deep inside, and ever more profound the throbbing hunger will not die, its pleading outcry never through: Feed me! Feed me you. ~