Waking Up At 3: 19 A.m.

hungry and thirsty
i am awakened
i switch on the light
and look at my watch
it is 3: 19 a.m and i
am feeling the
unholiness of the hour

hungry and thirsty
i look for food and water

for how long shall i conceal
the truth of my hunger and thirst?

it is not the water and the
sandwich
it is my soul
hungry and thirsty for
God

deep within i am moving
away
like a ship in the middle
of a storm
yet not wanting an anchor
not wanting an island
even a shadow
of the shore

for when will this hunger
and thirst stop
i do not not really know
perhaps
God shall soon
tell me

again about Job.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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