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About This Poem
THE FAST
In the darkest hour
I feast upon words of Manna
Which saturate the marrow in my bones
Quietly the night progresses
Not even a sound from creatures
We are aware of thine presence!
Fasting, breaking yoke's
That garment my soul
In a state of submission
Head bowed, standing upon my knees
A sheep bestowing itself
Upon the alter for slaughter
When the sun rise
I will not hunger
For the fulfillment of sacrifice.....
Upon the alter
The sheep bites back
Questioning the importance of
Fasting
The Shepherd speaks,
I deal with you
The way I created you
In my likeness(spirit)
The flesh is strengthened
From worldly sustenance
That I have no use for,
Flesh being crucified
Cornerstones your temple
With a strong spirit!
"THE FAST"
For Catie Lindsey's
Rewrite Contest
Scribe Altered
"THE FAST" original
By, CATIE LINDSEY
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