The feast

The feast

I husk the emptiness
Of my days , searching for meaning
In a whirlwind of chaff
Seek to find the grain

So I can consume it
For sustenance 
To find the strength
To blunder through this day

I am tired of being lost
Of seeking, searching
Help me find peace
To lay rest this swirling tornado
Of anger , injury

So I may feed at the repast
Of Your mercy, love, joy.

— shubha