Pleadings From the Closet

a portion i beg, of that balm, just a drop placed in my palm, to rid my soul of the sting ,induced by the pain which living brings. a crumb i beg, of that bread, just a scrap could be fed, to rid my soul of the pangs, induced by the hunger for what will sustain. a sip i beg, of that water, just a taste is all that i'm after, to rid my soul of the dry, induced by the thirst for what is right. a touch i beg, of the Christ, just to urge me on to fight, and rid my soul ,of the fear, that God has forgotten me here