it strikes me tonight that, when I come home tired from work it is my body which craves first.

but what it wants it cannot have because it does not know.

it is only when I listen to the spirit that I can find peace. 

the body remains in a no-man's land of 'not knowing':

constantly needing to hear the truth afresh. 

perhaps it is that the body has no spiritual 'memory':

the word needs to be heard over and over because it remembers nothing from yesterday . . . . .