I was but a chick
with open beak
waiting for food
I received food
but quenched not my hunger
the emptiness remained
food has tried to fill
my void without success

What is the hole
this lack
and what might satiate 
my tapeworm of need
where might I find 
the well to allay my thirst

Is my longing of this world
or does my body
respond to the  famine of my soul
can any material substance
evict the demon of desire
that resides in my abyss

My friend
the one who speaks as God
directs my attention to
the true purpose of existence
to know and love God
A being beyond comprehension
a purpose in seeming conflict with possibility

Is this the source of the vortex
How can I turn my face toward
an all encompassing ever-present entity
unless I turn it from within to without
and instantly, suddenly
within is no longer away from without

To see what is actually present is a present
To find the wonder in all things is wonderful
To confirm with the senses the inability to sense the existence of the soul is spiritual
To fear the eventual migration of death is a waste of precious moments meant to be enjoyed