I write about Stuff

Earlier I devoured:
the Bible, the teaching and all
that stuff that comes 
to a new believer

But what now:
when I have to think
"where is my Bible"
and find it under a pile of dust

Where has my passion gone?
Dissolved
Diminished
Decreased

Everything in moderation
including faith
BUT I want mine back
I want to hunger once more

And soar with the eagles
swim with the dolphins
feel His presence every which where
And love, oh that wonderful love

Wrapping me in swathes of love fabric
folding me into the the crease of His arm
Does he still think of me?
Does he still love me?

I wonder what should I do?
Turn
Turn 
Turn again.