Food for the Hungry

Salty crisp potato chips tantalize my tongue
because Ruffles have ridges
but mostly Ruffles have flavor
and they fill my belly
already stuffed and bloated

My stomach is fat
My soul is lean

Cold creamy Cherry Garcia swirls my taste buds
slides down my throat
sweet cherries and chunks of chocolate
satisfy my stomach
glutted from a steak and potato dinner

My stomach is swollen
My soul is barren

Loudly-flavored lemon Luna Bar
the perfect afternoon snack
devoured in moments
the memory faintly lingers
on my lips

My stomach is gorged
My soul is gaunt

My spirit longs for food
that gladdens the heart
invigorates the soul

Woman can’t thrive
on bread alone
on Ruffles alone
on Cherry Garcia alone
on lemon Luna alone

About Linda Kruschke

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.
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