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?
Isaiah 58:6
I saw a man against a wall; he had no place to go.
The wind was sharp; the darkness damp; I did not stop or slow.
Our eyes met not. He didn't speak. He huddled in a heap
that told of desperation and of things that made him weep.
My errand was a pressing one; I had no cash on me.
And so his yoke remained unbroke as I passed hurriedly.
(Will fasting ever help me be less like the Pharisee?)
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