Hungry

Living in a world of black and white.
I’ve given up my hunger for the night.
I’ve laid to rest my wondering and wandering,
The muddled, befuddled strain of pondering.
I’ve come to rest against my laurels,
For, Father God, You know I’m mortal,
And one certainty is that I know it, too.
God, I hope I’m not supposed to figure out
What this thing called life should be about.
Because, frankly, God, even now I wish I knew.

Give me a knowing of Your love,
Put this in my heart like a rock.
Give surety to a seeker of above;
Grant release to laboring thought.

Fill up my world with sure realities,
Fill up my rainbow with brilliant hues.
Fill my imaginings till You’re all I see,
A sanctum of sensations gloriously true.