Hungers

There is a hunger of the body
   It's easy to assuage.
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine
  Some cheese, perhaps a sausage.

There is a hunger of the heart
  Harder to satisfy
Someone to love, to have, to hold
  The heart's need to gratify.

There is a hunger of the mind
  It never seems content
More knowhow and more data,
  Don't even make a dent.

But the hunger of the human soul
  Cries out sorely in its need
Not bread or facts nor sexual acts
  Can this eternal hunger feed.

    Enid Vien

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