Hunger

I am starved
For good preaching.
For words with fiery
Wisdom,
That circle the storms of time
With visions from
The past, reaching into
Future times for us
Standing here on the
Tower. Waiting.

Instead,
This empty monotony
Mind numbing
Tone of defeat, fed by
Laziness
Dished endlessly.

It's a good thing
I have ear plugs and
Sometimes a visiting
Preacher, who like
The saints
With words left
Behind
Speak to my
Hungry soul.
So I do not die
Of starvation.