Edge Sating
Still another poem?
Crave
Written by Semper Fi Reborn 10/6/07
My appetite won’t be sated.
It’s cravings are intense,
Like the economy.
Just more inflated.
Like I live with my head in the fridge.
Or river dance for food,
At the edge of a ridge.
Yet my binge,
Is not a craving for meals.
So why look in the fridge?
There’s nothing in a fridge that heals.
There nothing else under the sun,
That can satisfy my hunger,
For the Lord God’s Begotten Son.
From Heaven, to the Cross, to the Grave.
To Ressurection!
To Save! That’s what my spirit craves.
No need to get excited It is only me,
I would love to bless people the way you do with your gift of poetry.
You write about life and things that are spiritual,
things that are relevant, you speak words that heal.
The love of God shines through you Semper on R&S,
Your gift makes room for you and many are truly blessed.
Whether saints of God or those who mock,
It matter not to you, you just love people and for that you rock!!!
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