Angela Wilson Poet Prose Poetry

Starved Souls

I looked in the mirror
And my soul was stirring back at me
It looked distorted because I didn't feed it
It said to me "Why didn't you feed me?
And I said "What do you mean?
It repeated itself "Why didn't you feed me?
"Feed you" I said, I feed you everyday"
"I'm not talking about carnal food"
"I'm talking about about spiritual food"
"What is spiritual food?" I Replied
"The word, The word," my soul said
"what word" I asked
"Don't you know?" asked my soul
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said
"The word of truth," my soul replied
"Of what truth," I asked
"The word of God" my soul replied
Oh!, that," I said
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know"
"Read Matthew John 16" said my soul
"Give yourself over to the word
And you'll find life eternally
And I will no longer look destorted and messed up"
"Alright, I'll do that," I said to myself
And for that whole day my heart pondered
And I wondered about my life
So I listened to my soul
And my life haven't been the same since

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