Food Lesson*

No one eats a slice
of lemon meringue pie
because they’re hungry.
There’s no sustenance in
golden brown gelatinous spun sugar.
No energy to be gained by consuming
a butter-laden yellow middle,
no food group that would deem
this crust of crumbs worthy of a bite.

But I consume anyway,
my eyes convincing me I must eat,
coming up hungry every time
(all those wasted calories!),
forgetting the Meal Ready to Eat
that promises
the solid, life-giving Something I need
to feed me body, soul and spirit,
placed before me on His table
where He calls me to come and dine.

I.dig.in.

*I Samuel 12:20-22

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