Didn’t make it into church today, felt wobbly and weak.
My head throbbed and I was hungry but not unduly meek.
Instead of donating to the service plate I’m off for a pub lunch
hoping that it doesn’t lead to an eternity in hell, but in a brunch.
I’m home now sated on roast beef, potatoes and Yorkshire pud.
Perhaps not a holy combination but I certainly feel good.
One can pray all day for miracles, but eating is the key
to feeling well and energised and from temptation free.