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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