Appetite.
At the moment it’s liquid,
small sips here and there.
My body craves more, perhaps needs more,
than just consuming the fat store.
But the thought of even just eating
nauseates, yet it’s briefly fleeting.

I sip the honey tea,
‘cos I know it’s good for me.
I’ve bitten off as much as I can.
I can’t yet chew it,
but I will get through it.
I have to, man.

Open my eyes to the eternal prize.
Bring forth healing and victory.
Soothe and smooth.
Help us regain our groove.
Learn things well.
Ooo, there’s the dinner bell.

© Mark Bryant 26 June 2019

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Proverbs 24:13-14
My child, eat honey, for it is good,
and the honeycomb is sweet to the taste.
In the same way, wisdom is sweet to your soul.
If you find it, you will have a bright future,
and your hopes will not be cut short.