A Hungry And Thirsty Soul

a hungry and thirsty soul

how can a body then look so beautiful?

how can you satisfy a hungry and thirsty soul?

how can it die? the body asks

how can a soul so beautiful and forgiving be

in such a dirty, emaciated and bleeding body?

how can this body conceal such a hungry and thirsty soul?

look into the pool of my soul, and find if your light

can penetrate therein without bending

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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