Hungry For Love*
Limited Edition print made from the words of Launa’s poetry. Proceeds from this print benefit Ukraine. 20x30, edition of 300 signed & numbered. *Please note: due to the scale of the print and the price of shipping, this will be shipped rolled in an art tube.
Poetry:
Hungry for Love
I asked for vision
To see them through the eyes of God
I received more than I expected, more than I wished
That day, I viewed them with indescribable clarity
Seeing not just their faces but their souls
Hungry for love
Thirsty for truth
Blinded by darkness, longing for light
I saw young women with broken dreams
Because of husbands who had severed vows
I saw lonely widows
Whose partners had been cruelly snatched away
By bitter water and poisoned air
I saw grandmothers
In bright red babushkas
With hot tears streaming down
Who were left to raise the orphans
To find a way to make nothing
Stretch into something
So their little bellies
Wouldn’t growl from enormous need
Hungry for love
Thirsty for truth
Blinded by darkness, longing for light
I have been broken open
To be a fragrance throughout the earth
So that the tender aroma
Of true bread can be sensed
And all who are hungry for love
Will be filled
And will never feel famished again
And to drink
From the source that is clean and pure
Streams of Living Waters
From this day on
They will never be thirsty again
Limited Edition print made from the words of Launa’s poetry. Proceeds from this print benefit Ukraine. 20x30, edition of 300 signed & numbered. *Please note: due to the scale of the print and the price of shipping, this will be shipped rolled in an art tube.
Poetry:
Hungry for Love
I asked for vision
To see them through the eyes of God
I received more than I expected, more than I wished
That day, I viewed them with indescribable clarity
Seeing not just their faces but their souls
Hungry for love
Thirsty for truth
Blinded by darkness, longing for light
I saw young women with broken dreams
Because of husbands who had severed vows
I saw lonely widows
Whose partners had been cruelly snatched away
By bitter water and poisoned air
I saw grandmothers
In bright red babushkas
With hot tears streaming down
Who were left to raise the orphans
To find a way to make nothing
Stretch into something
So their little bellies
Wouldn’t growl from enormous need
Hungry for love
Thirsty for truth
Blinded by darkness, longing for light
I have been broken open
To be a fragrance throughout the earth
So that the tender aroma
Of true bread can be sensed
And all who are hungry for love
Will be filled
And will never feel famished again
And to drink
From the source that is clean and pure
Streams of Living Waters
From this day on
They will never be thirsty again