In the grips of hunger,
Why am I doing this?
In the absence of the padding
of my comforts,
the latent thorns arise to prick.
Then the mother says,
"Come have just a bite, you are
looking a little pale.
A small donut
would not hurt."
Flee from such mothering whether
it be internal or external.
Your Father has better advice
although He often says little after
He has given the command.
A small denial makes a big difference.
Pray for an army drill sergeant to yell
in your ear at the moment of weakness.
It will not be what you want to hear,
but it will be a great help.
Kill the voice that urges you toward
Wring the necks of those small
chickens who urge you to stay in a
comfortable relationship with yourself.
Be afraid of how you are.
Be afraid of who you are.
Sell your soul to God.
I speak as a fool for the
Truth is that He has already
bought it at so great a price.
So don't hold out.
He is doing a favor in taking you on.
What a bargain if He would take
your wayward appetite in the deal!
Keep fasting. He will.
The heavenly bread will come down
as soon as you are absolutely empty
of the bread of earth.
You have to really want it,
for any of this to make any sense.