Appetite, N. An Instinct Thoughtfully Implanted By Providence As A Solution To The Labor Question.
The Hunger Of The Eye Is Not To Be Despised; And They Are To Be Pitied Who Have Starvation Of The Eye.
There's A Hunger And A Fervor That I Have, But There's No Person I'm Going To Push To The Side To Get Where I'm Going. I Want To Create My Own Road.
I Am The Slave Of Those Who Hunger And Thirst After Me And Treat Everything Else As Unimportant.
You Called And Shouted And Burst My Deafness. You Flashed, Shone, And Scattered My Blindness. You Breathed Odors, And I Drew In Breath And Panted For You. I Tasted, And I Hunger And Thirst. You Touched Me, And I Burned For Your Peace.
Late Have I Loved You, O Beauty Ever Ancient, Ever New. Late Have I Loved You. You Have Called To Me, And Have Called Out, And Have Shattered My Deafness. You Have Blazed Forth With Light And Have Put My Blindness To Flight! You Have Sent Forth Fragrance, And I Have Drawn In My Breath, And I Pant After You. I Have Tasted You, And I Hunger And Thirst After You. You Have Touched Me, And I Have Burned For Your Peace.
There's Something To Be Said For Hunger: At Least It Lets You Know You're Still Alive.
