Sunday, October 25, 2009

a poem on fasting

Is not this the fast that I have chosen? to loose the bands of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that ye break every yoke?
Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry, and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house? when thou seest the naked, that thou cover him; and that thou hide not thyself from thine own flesh?
Then shall thy light break forth as the morning, and thine health shall spring forth speedily: and thy righteousness shall go before thee; the glory of the Lord shall be thy reward.
Then shalt thou call, and the Lord shall answer; thou shalt cry, and he shall say, Here I am. If thou take away from the midst of thee the yoke, the putting forth of the finger, and speaking vanity;
And if thou draw out thy soul to the hungry, and satisfy the afflicted soul; then shall thy light rise in obscurity, and thy darkness be as the noonday:
And the Lord shall guide thee continually, and satisfy thy soul in drought, and make fat thy bones: and thou shalt be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water, whose waters fail not.

-the great poet ISAIAH

2 comments:

whitney johnson said...

i never understand isaiah. can you tell afton to invite me to see her blog? thanks girl! and thanks for the DELICIOUS CAKE LAST NIGHT!

sweetheart bitterheart said...

oh girl don't worry, no one ever knows what isaiah is talking about. that guy was trippin on some heavenly clouds when he wrote all that stuff.

and, i can try, but afton is very sneaky about her blog, in fact, i think i'm the only one who is invited to read it (and that took a knife to her throat.)

AND, you're welcome for the cake.. I MISS YOU ALREADY!!!!