Food’s good for soothing
is it not? It is ’til it’s not.
Odd how it hoops
from brio, vigor, high spirits,
into sorrow, gloom…
throbbing, stinging,
robbing life of joy,
stirring notions of nothing,
cold, brooding icy loss.
Food holds no soothing
for soft cooling living
springs from God,
from non-worldly kings,
from worthy lives
moving on to good.