A person who is full tramples on a honeycomb,
but to a hungry person, any bitter thing is sweet.
Lord, help me to stay hungry–hungry for you, your Word, your love, your presence. Help me to turn from these things that so easily distract.
I long to stay hungry for you, to thirst for you, to eagerly seek you. But I can’t do that if my cup is running over with the world, media, entertainment. Even good things like service to you and others. I must vigilantly guard my time with you, my silence before you, my solitude in you.
You, yourself, set us an example–to come away with the Father, alone, still, quiet, listening. To feast on the bread not made by hands. To drink deeply of wine not pressed from grapes.
I’ve heard your call and am beginning to respond and it is such sweet fellowship. Rather than quench this deep thirst within me, the taste I’ve received whets my appetite for more, more of your presence, more of you.
Lord, may these birds of appetite fuel my passion for you. May they drive me deeper into your love.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I drank at every vine.
The last was like the first.
I came upon no wine
So wonderful as thirst.
I gnawed at every root.
I ate of every plant.
I came upon no fruit
So wonderful as want.
Feed the grape and bean
To the vintner and monger:
I will lie down lean
With my thirst and my hunger.