Oh God, creator and giver of all my
appetites and desires, forgive me when I try to satisfy my hunger for You with
anything but You.
Forgive my
exaltation of the desires of body and mind to idolatrous levels demanding
obscene piles of foods for both. Forgive me the full-focused, obsessive
pilgrimage for exactly the right vinegar or coffee or CD or , and the picayune
critique of the vintage waters, and the need to have things "just
so." Forgive me the trained
inability to wait, even for a moment, for what I want - what I have convinced
myself I deserve. Forgive me for entertaining myself into mindless oblivion.
Forgive the relentless quest for the new, the best, the latest, the
revolutionary - when what I have, works well.
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