Spiritual Food

I went to write a poem of sorrow

One full of despair

But when I searched my heart for words

I found they just weren't there

For I'd just finished praying

And my soul was at its best

I searched for angst and worry

But I found my mind at rest

I tried to rile myself to passion

But alas it did no good

The 'damage' had been done

I'd had my spiritual food