We do not live by bread alone.
Yet what is it that sustains us in this place beyond yet within the
confines of our bodies?
What feeds our spirits, stirs our hearts, makes our blood pound for reasons far more than physical?
Is it meaning, the quest
for meaning, that sets our feet
upon the floor to search within
another day?
Is it delight, the joy of resting
at the furthest edge of wakefulness
in the warm caress of the memories woven of a lovely day?
Is it love rinsing clean every painful hurt, every worry with its
“Honey, I’m home!” relief?
Is it you?
Is it me?
Is it us?